"God, how I wish I'd taken some moments of my life--the good moments--and pinned their wings flat under strips of paper on cedar mounting boards to dry. Then, in moments like this, I might be able to look at their pretty preservedness, reach out and touch it even, just to know something good had existed, to have the proof..."
I started this blog so that when I interned in New York, I wouldn't have to call my parents. Two years later, I moved from home to New Orleans and learned that my parents don't know how to "get to my page." I am so sure.
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