I’ve long oscillated between internal tensions of releasing and holding on to stuff. Often the struggle is because of the knowledge that if I let go of something, its akin to letting go of the person it came from or it reminds me of, that if I don’t keep it, no one will know what it means, what it’s seen or meant, what it represents. I’m desperate to be…
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