You’re the only collector of #pocket lint I’ve known. You snipped out the pockets of every one of my pants the day you left.
I get it, girl. No pockets, no lint, no collectors. That lint jar still sits in my study. One woman’s trash, no one’s treasure. #vss 365
Thursday, March 14, 2019
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The Map of my Life
This short story won Muse of the Month March 2019 award on the Women's Web site: https://www.womensweb.in/2019/03/a-map-of-my-life-m...
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