As I clean myself I try not to use the word wife I try not to use the word snipper. As I clean myself I try not to use the word hygge I try not to use the word insane. If I give you my hand it’s also my arm…

The visiting experience at Sisters Academy was intense and unclear regarding whether it was the beginning of something new, starting on the outside after leaving, or rather a closure of something begun before entering. Either way, it’s clear that something within and without had its closure. Just like metamorphoses always…