you are a spell casting radio sponge. The part that hums at the lowest edge of you so persistent and automatic you will not recognize it as a clocking metronome for a long long long long time. The part where you are constantly tuning. You are tuning in to all of the grownup faces,
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So…. this made me cry.

It’s amazing how someone who is NOT living inside my brain can describe what it looks like in there.

How exhausting (and sometimes exhilarating) it is to be a “spell-casting radio sponge.”

Thank you so much for this. Brava.

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