A recovering urban planner, philosophy major, and self-admitted weirdo. I can’t spell and don’t talk very well, but have an advanced A.I. clean up after me.
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52 Weeks of masks.
Remembering a pug.
Saying goodbye.
Are you embittered by your latest defeat? Emboldened?
Remembering a cat.
Walking the twilight streets of Mesilla—Lights out, quiet thoughts.
