The Lonely, Friendly, Forgotten Isle

I am not just one person, inside of me there are a million Me’s and I don’t always know which one is going to come crawling forth to the surface and spit out of my mouth.  Right now the me coming out is a wild strawberry. She is a rebel. She is sweet. She is...

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