Spirals
Feb. 2022
Things come into my mind and less easily they leave it. I am trapped inside something that wants to come out, and so I wonder, looking at the portrait of my Grandma, tucked in a frame on my desk: the things inside her then, where did they go? She sits on the top step of porch stairs, reclined backwards, young and shining, smiling at the camera. Where di…
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