everything in this place seems like a miniature to me; the countertops of my parents' house are shorter, the doorframes set lower. i wander through a dollhouse version of my childhood, barely brushing the depths of my own past. yet even while i am always the tallest in the room, i stand with my hands clasped behind my back and feel tiny, awkward
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Good wishes to you all.
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I miss you exponentially.
Candy
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