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I collect words. I hoard them, greedy, in notebook margins, along the edges of drawings, on the backs of used envelopes. I collect words in marker along my arms when I have nowhere else to put them, I repeat them…

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Mortality and Other Fond Thoughts

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I started keeping a journal when I was eleven. It was partially because I have issues processing my short term memory, and I was afraid I’d forget my entire life, one lost breakfast at a time. As I got older,…

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