A Thought I Carried Home Today
A small reminder about the quiet and unnoticed forms of love.
Words by Akanksha Verma
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A Thought I Carried Home Today
A small reminder about the quiet and unnoticed forms of love.
What the Rain Reminded Me Of
A few minutes of rain brought an entire childhood back to me.