@deanemma
My inner city map took shape on its own. Pictures come and go or stay for a while, or scatter like sand. It still felt like I was walking through a fog or a dream. I drew a map of my heart on my best tracing paper, but the moment I peeled it off the real map, I was surprised to find it was blank. There is nothing on the paper.
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