The story goes that the rabbit only became real once his velveteen had grown threadbare from all of the love the boy had shared with him.
If that's the case, then I am well on my way to becoming real.
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Writer. Mother.
Speaker. Consultant.
Knife juggler. Essentially.Publisher + advocate
of online art..
If not for my need to clarify, I'd be a poet.
Writing from Gulfport, Mississippi, between Mobile, Alabama and New Orleans, Louisiana on the stunning Gulf Coast.
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