I didn’t go camping much when I was 12. I don’t have sepia-hued memories of summer afternoons and life-altering trips. No halcyon days of careless joy. I didn’t have a girlfriend when I was 16. No rosy recollections of first love among the daisies, No mythological ex. No unreasonable standards set to sour future relationships. … Continue reading No Pillar of Salt
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