The Red Shawl
Written for someone I loved a few years ago.
The last of the four candles
Is about to fade out
The warmth it created
Is about to go out.
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The Oatmeal Raisin Cookie Jar
Random musings on being brown in technology , being a misfit in a nation of 1.2B and on not letting anxiety take control of my life.
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