Daily Archives: 8 October, 2017
The Edge of Seventeen
Dear Sydney, Tomorrow you are seventeen. How is that even possible? When I close my eyes and conjure your image, it’s baby-you I see. From the coppery-red whisps of hair (proof positive my Irish blood runs in your veins) to … Continue reading
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