A soft touch
Being easier with touch, and the softness we lose in the NBA playoffs forced severity.
The sun’s only just up and the shower’s barely off my skin, my hair’s clean and my makeup light, I’m wearing this long, grey and black striped soft merino wool dress and worn-in white canvas high tops, a green smoothie deep and on my way to meet Rei for coffee.
At the back of the bus, jostling lightly by the window, I feel as soft and full of promise as…
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