Our Afternoon

The hanger rotates, its steel hook glistening in the sweat of the afternoon. The sunshine makes a sound on the plastic, a sound we cannot hear. The hanger rotates, its steel hook glistening in the sweat of the afternoon. The sunshine makes a sound on the plastic, a sound we cannot hear. Mom is arguing with…

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Involving a bit of Reflection

I would like to reflect on a specific, particular incident that honestly perturbed me, and convinced me that I should stop communicating with a person. This is a big deal for me, as I am someone who really revels in human connection and enjoys the positive interactions that groups of people can carry out during…

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