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What do you do when the ink runs out? Or worse, bleeds and then fades away. When the notes you wrote to yourself all over the palms of your hands are no more, and you forget. The days go on as if never interrupted and your heart is included in the shattered pieces you step …

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She had finished chemo and the hair was growing back in like beautiful, blonde, peach fuzz. She had gone through all the stages, even had a matching baldy photo with the pastor to prove it. I was insistent that my hair refused to grow past my shoulders, so she actually (I mean ACTUALLY) pulled the …