Welcome To Adulthood," She Said. "it Sucks

This Is What Daughters Did. They Left, And Came Home Later With Lives Of Their Own.

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There Was Something Striking About A Single Key. It Was Like A Question Waiting To Be Answered, A Whole Missing A Half. Useless On Its Own, Needing Something Else To Be Truly Defined.

I've Found In My Own Life That If My Writing Isn't Going Well, Not Much Else Will. It Is The One Constant, The Key To Everything Else.

It's Still A Memory Worth Having, Even If It's Not Exactly What You Imagined.