But always remember that you have the strength inside of you. I believe in you, Ashira
Sweaters. Skirts. Tights and shoes and books and accessories, hair dryer and photobooks and my favorite cozy sweatshirt….
I pull items from my cases in a kind of daze.
I can’t believe I have them back. By now I’d thought they were lost forever.
I slip the thick hooded sweatshirt over my head, pull the drawstrings so the hood is snug around my ears. I wait for the old, familiar feelings of home to assuage me, but somehow, they just… don’t.
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