here it is, the melancholy of the fall... was here before will be again .
and so forth.
but i'm still feeling the simple, all over.
simple, simple.
symbol.
the smells of damp leaves. leafs.
books dug out, titles searched, covers coveted. . .
the boys are asleep and i'm letting them go and go and go
in the hopes the flu will pass this house by ... no vaccines mean mama's not feeling risky with the exposure gang.
so - forth.
The Making of a Story Girl
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We limit/forego the vaccines and I find myself more paranoid than usual amidst the general publix.
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