we are still figuring this out, we two. that's the work, and also the fun.
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10/23/15
Smells from someone's Cuban kitchen woke me - coffee, oil, garlic, metal. I swelled nostalgic, wondered which neighbor was the culprit. Turns out that cuban was me. Smells of yesterday's feast wafting from my own kitchen.
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10/9/15
Things fell apart, but no one got hurt. I'd rewrite all the stories that way if I could.
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10/4/15
I don't know what to say except that that week--and the one that came after--were two of my hardest. today, though, the sun shone. and we laughed.
10/2/15
My days are back in color, and I have this little one to thank. Myself too. I have myself to thank.
