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I am not content with crumbs.
I am not even content with only a couple of slices.
I deserve the whole loaf of bread — baked with Love and to Perfection, slices warmed and served on the finest of china, with butter and jam on the side, a cup of warm beverage, and even a piece of fruit or too — each time, and all the time! 208 more words
There are people in my photo albums that I don’t know. Ghosts, who never alert me to their presence in my home.
When I was a baby so many hands must have held me that they surely smeared my RNA, turning a handprint into a smudge; to interpret, to permeate, to never be wholly in focus and blended like a milkshake. 232 more words