On getting back into it, or getting out of it, or something of such a sort.

I went looking for a muse in a crinkle-eyed architect with affection for hard white lines and poured cement. I stumbled across a red haired charmer studying data security who says she "mostly dates men". I fell back into the safety of my husband who doesn’t live here anymore. At some point, I have to stop... Continue Reading →

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