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- Thankfully, the past is a stationary thing; its le...
- Days, like strands of forgotten party beads, sit i...
- A thick snow Sunday has smoothed a rugged winter l...
- Staring at a picture of my grandmother sitting in ...
- Santa spends a lot of time in a box. With glass or...
- The road to success is paved with perseverance, th...
- Twas the week before Christmas and all I could do ...
- Popping into my head like a stray ball was a seven...
- Where are my friends?Snow, like dust, like ash, fa...
- A soggy, 40 pound burlap wrapped root ball with a ...
- Just sitting here chasing words across the Interne...
- Socks? Screw socks. For reasons beyond physics and...
- We arrived at the vet's like a tornado. Dogs blowi...
- Lily just ate a stick of butter. Again.
- How do you do it? I don't know, but it's not like...
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About Me
- kendra bobowick is writing my story
- I'm a year old and have some problems: Lyme, ear infections, and trouble retaining my food. My name is Lily.
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