My hair is long enough to be twirled into a bun.
In the summer time, I am sometimes mistaken for a Latina/Filipina.
The idea of teaching is more appealing than appalling these days.
Going to Banteay Srei's graduation reception did a number on me. I don't know what it is yet, but it feels like fire.
This heart of stone is in the process of becoming flesh.
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