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…the intricacies or nuances of any of this. All I knew was this father-shaped hole I carried around. As I grew older, that hole got bigger and seemed full of rocks or boulders, something unnameable but heavy. My child-arms were too weak and my shoulders ached with the weight of it.
Jenny Mundy-Castle
Shireen Sinclair
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great imagery!
Artist, mother, writer, immigrant, nurse, seasoned struggler, struggling my way here to motivate others to accept change and start afresh at any point in life.
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