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For as often as I stare mindlessly at my phone, I may as well create.
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briaelizabeth
For as often as I stare mindlessly at my phone, I may as well create.
For as often as I stare mindlessly at my phone, I may as well create.
For as often as I stare mindlessly at my phone, I may as well create.
For 72 hours, I knew love. For 72 hours, I knew safety and comfort. For 72 hours, I knew passion and pleasure. Yet, for the other hours that make up a week, a month… a lifetime, my reality is different. It’s not necessarily a bad reality, because I love and I’m loved. But, for 72 hours, that love was a deeper, more connected, electrifying type of love.
I didn’t expect this to be the case when I ...