Dear Jane

It is quiet here without you. The sound of your voice had peeled away from this house like old, yellow wallpaper. I am trying to write about the first time we met, but I cannot find the words to describe it. Meeting you was so magical that I only remember the most significant parts of …

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Today is my goldfish's birthday

To be really honest, I don’t know when exactly she was born, but I woke up this morning thinking “why does it feel like someone’s birthday?” and, not knowing whose, I get out of bed, open my curtains, and my windows, and the wind rushing in like they are late to a meeting, and I …

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