we need to be deconstructing our identities
in a post. I want to be remembered
Like the tide, it comes in and it washes over the beach. It's beautiful. But like the tide it goes out, sometimes it goes out further than it ever has, it recedes back across the beach and further out beyond the horizon. The bare seabed opens up in front of you and all you can do is look at it.
it holds me to something (you, now). I love editing!
autonomy of learning
thank you
you cannot feed someone truth
as in
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