Words and things

This is a place about many things.

You can read about the many things or find out about me, Rosalie.

Or, be on your way. It’s probably a lovely day somewhere out there.  And if not, you could always read a book.

“What place would be better for us than this? Who wants us, outside of here? The world is full of terrible people.”

— Merricat
We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson

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A bit rushed, but some days the words burn to be set free. Some uncertain thoughts, by me:

But then you think, I am her. I remain her.

Every wobble I feel is rooted in her tiny feet.

Every day I’m strong, it’s drawn from everything she lived through. We lived through.

I remember her.

We laugh at ladybugs, we swing the sword. We love life, and we wrote these words.

I want to age disgracefully, at ease with my body, my life. But maybe getting older trips us up differently.

We think, who am I to be feel so at ease? What happened to that young girl who had so little, who struggled so much?
What on earth makes me think I know anything?

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