A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
--fare well, fare wonderfully.
Like strangers, like heartbeat:
"Thank you for my childhood."
"Thank you for being my child."
* I tried to tell Scout this isn't yoga, but he just pouted.
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