I confess: I’m a confused Catholic.
Emotions she didn’t dare express out loud would appear at the end of her paintbrush.
On the last day of the trial, I suddenly remember a dream in which a voice told me the meaning of life.
She wanted to penetrate the shells in the way doctors would when performing a procedure on her.
This year, I added a new event: the Journal Burning Bonfire.
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