Thea Taylor

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We meet eyes in the mirror, and for a moment I feel something—but that’s not quite right, because it isn’t a something. It’s more like the absence of a nothing. The big, empty feeling I walk around with all the time, the deep, dark hole I’m constantly trying not to fall into, is gone. And for a moment I feel okay with being exactly where I am.
Spells for Lost Things
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