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the
perfect
imperfections
November 2020 was a little different.
And so was my crib.
The fluffy pillows I grew up with, didn't bring me the same level of comfort I was accustomed to. Instead, they felt a little intimidating. They brought back recurring nightmares I pray not to revisit.
So, I created this new safe space.
One that is relatively simpler.
Amateurish?
One that accepts all mistakes and imperfections,
And deems them perfect.



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