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The Moon🌕

Journal entries spanning a decade. On love, loss, longing, loneliness, and slowly learning to come home to oneself.

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I'm 34.
I'm a little broken but healing.
I feel things deeply.
I like the full moon immensely.

(If you ever feel alone, look up at the moon and know that someone out there is looking at the exact same one.)

I've spent decades thinking nobody would ever feel my same depth.

Maybe they won't.

But you found me — and maybe you'll be my nobody.

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