A child (in the) hood….
I’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuance that almost destroyed her.

I’ve become a foster hoodrat who has the unexplained capacity for nuance that almost destroyed her.

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October 2, 2020 at 9:05 PM
Rebirth is way of the universe. Things come, things go. Things old, things new. No matter, it’s not destination but the journey that counts. Life is short. Enjoy the journey ’cause it’s the only thing that matters.
November 14, 2020 at 11:18 PM
it’s all in the journey