In The Walls
In a Facebook group in my mother’s hometown, a stranger posts a picture of my baby book.
Hi. This is a new draft of a personal essay I’ve been swirling over the past week. Please be gentle as you read (to yourself, toward the ones in the work, and to me). I am buzzing to share this with you in its current form, a working draft. As always, thank you for reading.
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