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Truly Home

a year ago today I stood in my brother’s driveway, barely able to stand waiting to see you come round the corner. be safe, but hurry, hurry nearly hopping up and down, cuz I didn’t wanna wait anymore. then suddenly, … Continue reading

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The Gingerbread Girl

This little gingerbread cookie jar is sitting on my counter right now.  She has some very yummy oatmeal cookies in her belly.  She has a big smile on her face, too.  She looks pretty harmless really, don’t you think?  Go … Continue reading

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