It feels awkward, suspicious to be someone of few opinions.
My Grandma has Dementia, but somehow that’s done nothing for my own memory.
They just watched us get darker and darker, welcoming in the deeper glow, disgusted. But what could they do?
His story isn’t unique to him. The details may be, but the overall portrait of his circumstances lend themselves to the narratives of black people murdered by the streets all over.
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It is just a feeling. But why do I do that with feelings? Feelings are not always thoughts, not always stories. They’re felt, sometimes that is all.
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