“Her first time, back in those snohomish woods, faded from her memory a little more each day, until one day she discovered that she no longer carried it around inside of her. It would always be a part of her, a scar on her soul, but like all scars, it faded in time from bright and burning red to a slim, silvery line that could only sometimes be seen.”
— May 29, 2024 06:39PM
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