I'm twelve hours away from finished.
I splurged on some vitamin D serum for my face and it is working miracles.
I went to central Ohio this weekend for an angel food check in.
She's sad but good.
She's angel food underneath.
(I miss my mom too.)
And when it gets like this, our second floor windows speak to us. They mew secret window languages.
And if I just keep breathing that old in and out ribbon of light I'm pretty sure I can crank these final pages out by 5pm.
But, the most important thing is looking right up at you behind soft bangs
from zebra print onesies.
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