Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong

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In my kitchen, barefoot, jeans slung low about my hips, black tank top to let my arms free - hair twisted up and out of my face, cascade of curls falling from the clip like a bow on a gift - pulling tiny magnets off the fridge... I stop and realize that my hands are full of words. And it occurs to me that nothing could be more me. My hands are full of words.
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