not a horse girl, a hot cheeto girl
comfort, change, sameness
Rotating about the sun, here I am again with all my cells shedding and regrowing, same but different. Now 32, I opened the first day of my 33rd year skipping across a field with my dog to ABBA. Bucolic, but make it weird and gay with a pitbull shaped cow.
My phone held little love notes from little loves, one of which wished me a wheelbarrow of hot cheet…
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