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seven.

seven is foam swords and bruises on shins and macklemore side-shaves; it is learning how to make pancake batter and remembering to put the legos back in the bin. seven is talking in… Continue reading

THE NUMBER SEVEN.

Dear Indy, On the morning that you were born, the winter sky was still dark and the stars were fading. I remember holding you for the first time and noticing the grey january… Continue reading