The edges
Frayed, rough, hidden.
The edges of who we are live deep within. All along and inside and outside these edges live other women, men, people, their lived experience, their pains and pleasures, their knowing, their secrets.
We may sometimes find ourselves deep in the wondering and wandering who these other people were, who they are, how they live in us. Per…
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