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NYC Memories

Contrasting the small, quaint towns where I’ve grown up in California, New York City was a breath of fresh, exciting air with life awaiting at the end of every corner walked. My first night in New York was magical. I … Continue reading

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red hoods

I. you remember me as a pensive, emotional soul. you remember the intricate, twisty inner-workings of my mind. you were always “there” for me when i needed you. that’s why it took me so long. maybe i was so used … Continue reading

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promise

do you remember when i broke your hat? i stole it from you so you would chase after me. we ran across the grass, smiling. eventually you tried to grab it out of my hands, but i kept tugging so … Continue reading

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pieces

i hope i’m not asking too much of you. i’m not asking you to fix me, because that wouldn’t be fair. i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms, but i’d love that. i don’t want you … Continue reading

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a reminder

everything reminds me of you. the summer nights that never really begin until 8 pm and the smell of salt in the air. sitting by the fire while the breeze comes off the ocean. my wet hair soaking through your … Continue reading

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well-traveled hands

do you remember how it used to be? when we were still innocent, so much younger? do you remember the first time you saw me? i was wearing my cousin’s old tank top and a pair of shorts. i remember … Continue reading

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Homesick

I haven’t really been homesick since my fourth grade field trip. But lately, for some reason I can’t make out, I miss my home more than ever. I miss my mom, and watching her in the kitchen, perfectly slicing vegetables … Continue reading

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