Oysters, pearls, and a cursed spelunk
MoP #6: A vexatious memory and a missing file
So, there I was newly aware that in my three-parter on grief, I had skirted real sharing in favor of relating.
That didn’t seem as open as I like to think I am… but surely, it was just a phenomenon specific to that piece though.
“I mean, I am a SHARER, am I not? Do I not vomit up all kinds of deeply personal shit? Oh, I do. I DO. I share. I’m an open boo…
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