Fragments from another time — that’s what this is.
That’s what stories are, aren’t they?
Snapshots. Pictures. With words, of memories.
Limitless
Simplicity
And she drops her full stops like she drops her aitches, but she will never forget where she came from. How could she?
How can you?
Delicate
Majesty
With all her airs and graces, Grace still didn’t wash her f…
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