my grandmother, in her own words, is half dead. she is, actually, not half dead at all. nor even somewhat dead.
it's like, suddenly i've discovered that my world and all the things in it are so much bigger than i'd originally thought. and now i actually come from somewhere and there are people who share my eyebrows, or my hands, or knees. and it's
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Bring on tomorrow...
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