coming of age
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i used to hate sunday mornings. for me, sundays tasted like catholic mass lectures and soccer games i would rather spend dancing. sundays were synonymous with chores and endings: daylight savings, sleeping in, and the weekend all coming to a close all within the same day. as i grew older, sundays still remained a stale
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hello, hello, hello! thanks for checking back in with me. i must say, i’m gettin’ pretty good at this whole weekly blogging thing. consistency is key, right? a few updates since last post: the stay at home in my town has been lifted (yay!) so i was able to see my friends (yay!) and my
julianna marie 