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She’s a storm cloud that wants to rain.
Despair, black as tar, fills her lungs.
Continue the downward spiral she’s been on since she realized a can of beer or a tablet of Xanax made her memories of orphanages and brutish foster mothers turn as sepia-toned and serene as the childhood photographs she never got to have?
A reminder that everything—rusticated wood, leather, flesh—is deteriorating.
To her, shedding the L.L.Bean wardrobe and adopting a sleeker appearance is the physical manifestation of renouncing Block Island.
