4 images - a map; a couple embracing at night; a purple gift box; a women wearing a mask
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The Gift – Reflection

Sometimes I don't get the point of a gift. Should I make, people show me they care for me by presenting me with something. Gift s can be intangible, as well, but those seem worse You can't return those. Gifts and curses tend to exist side by side. I have the gift of writing, but… Continue reading The Gift – Reflection

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Day 260: Shattered Reflections

TW: Abuse Shattered glass lay at my feet, each piece reflecting a moment, a story of my first walk, when you held me up, my first word, uncle, said into the phone a fleeting smile. So many pieces, so much history but I cannot make them fit anymore. Pieces broke so small that shards are… Continue reading Day 260: Shattered Reflections