Little Girl Hidden — My Screaming Twenties

Her hands are the shadow of the little girl hidden behind adult clothes and a career. Still, she holds them palms up, waiting. Or she grapples with the ropes of a pulley system she will never master; it always ends with a make shift noose. Her hands are blistered from carrying the coals she […]

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