I have been completely missing with my writing this week. Everything just feels slightly off the bulls-eye, so I keep firing shots until the entire canvas is riddled in holes. I feel like a four-year-old turning in my drafts, a child presenting their Mother’s Day card, some pink paper with an explosion of glitter and googly eyes and crayon letters. My e…
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