
Here's one of the princesses posing. Notice she's wearing mittens? It's cold in there! Otherwise the butter would melt, duh.
Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
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