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I trace the steam clinging to the bathroom mirror, melting with it as I go. Tiny beads crystallize to hold all the grime and grit and glory and trickle down to water my feet. Where will we go next, I wonder, and I look to the water for answers.
Steph Ondrusek @stephondrusek
Monday, November 23, 2020
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