I read his letter and walked the wet pine-dark path tonight, with the warm rain dripping and shiny on the black leaves in the humid blurred starlight, crying and crying with this terrible pain; it hurts, father, it hurts, oh father I have never known, a father, even, they took from me.
It all…
23 1/2… that’s exactly how old I am.
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23 1/2… that’s exactly
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23. Closeted artist. Graduating next semester from Mills College. I enjoy writing, photography, drawing, science and vintage shit. And old, old shit. It makes me feel weird inside. I am a walking identity crisis.
