This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
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This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
I keep getting flashes of my home as a child. They’re not infused with any specific memory but they feel significant. Like they’re guideposts…