Drip, drip.

Things are percolating here, betwixt the cavernous confines of my mind.

Something about being with my family feels like having a mirror held up before you, close enough to see all your wrinkles, your myriad flaws and errant hairs.

It’s heartbreaking. It’s inspiring.

I always leave feeling like I’ve been scrubbed clean, like I’ve got work to do.


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  • Reply ultreyamama July 1, 2013 at 11:57 AM

    gurl i can relate.

    • Reply sweetmadeleine July 1, 2013 at 12:00 PM

      Strange and wonderful and overwhelming, all at once.

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