The Night I Felt Like a Dumpling
A few weeks ago, at night.I turned on music and lay down on the mat, in my dad’s living room.It was over 30 degrees. I felt like a hot dumpling in a rice cooker. Not in a dramatic way, just in the quiet way grief shows up.No sobs, just breath.The tension from earlier in the […]
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