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It is no longer His Fault. It is mine.

I’d finally seen a painting about the world I lived in.

This is a hurting game.

Dandelions gently floating through the air, turning into stars.

Stacks of new writing from the glossy print & digital magazine.

The flowers waving.

I can’t remember if we could go home.

We ought to communicate.

SHHH

Let me raise a glass of bubbly to going bankrupt and living solo.

I was a daddy’s girl.

Katherine reminded me that I was still worthy of love and respect.