To All The Skeletons Drinking Coffee
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The other morning, while I was under-rested and underwhelmed and standing in the kitchen, drinking coffee, I realized I felt an uneasy vulnerability I hadn’t experienced in several years. I was flummoxed: What must I do to feel like I’m back in my skin again? What must I do to feel like myself again?
Wait — who AM I supposed to be?
After almost a decade …
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