I urge you to serve our futures by always making time to read, to create first drafts, and to do the hard work of lovingly and critically revising.
When I was a girl my nipples were hard enough to cut my hands - a point of pride
As time went on, my convictions only grew stronger. Sometimes my daughter had thoughts, just like a kid who is a boy.
You’ll find me oxidized and open wide, yet rust resistant
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