In my grandmother’s armoire
the clothes were folded so neatly and wrapped up, arranged by colors and by seasons and smelling of lavender. The doors of her armoire rolled open and closed smoothly, constructed for her by a cabinet...
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There is nothing unique about me or about you or about us stumbling into each other, deciding to make a go of it or not deciding not to, at first. There is nothing special about the way it went...
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