There was a box of journals sitting on the shelf in our bedroom. All the notebooks I’ve filled since we moved to Puerto Rico, almost four years ago.
Every morning I’d get up and stretch and look across the bed and see that box. Those notebooks. All those pages, all those words. So many fucking words.
And then I’d look away, move on, turn my attention bac…
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