gwen
after the market and putting vee to bed, we dozed off in the autumn sun. the breeze through the window reminded us of sea ranch.
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tara
after i said my piece, we were brittle and polite all morning. the polite part was the worst. once we went on our walk, everything felt right again.
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lecia
It became clear to me the issue is my expectations, above all else.
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sarah b.
my heavy heart found comfort in the familiar.
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