Friday, May 3, 2013

the vulnerables

Laying on the couch in my little sick bed nest, blanket and pillows and tissues and a cat cuddled up in my bread basket. Just thought about how I used to love it when my grandma would braid my hair. Two braids that I would leave in as long as I could, the crimped bends they created like aftershocks when loosened. I miss her so much. Right now all I want is that moment.

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