I’ve been writing a lot in my head.

Little vignettes: a man in grey scrubs sprinting to a motorcycle wreck, a girl in a mustard-yellow dress standing on tip-toe to kiss a boy for the first time, the simultaneous ache and relief of someone’s last breath.

Words on a screen, well, I haven’t even been trying.

Dear Self,
Make something of your life. Astound someone. Find something you love. Serve others. Grow. Trust. Forgive. Love.


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