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Friday, March 14, 2014

My stars

Tonight as I hunch over my keyboard, my shirt is pulled down giving air to my new tattoo. It's halfway down revealing my missing breast and the constellation Cassiopeia that now dances across my ribs, like she's always been there. I look over at my reflection in the window, and see those stars, and superimpose them onto the cloudy charcoal sky. For the first time in a long time, I see something beautiful.

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