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Posts tagged as “lipstick painting”

A brave, brave little boy

When I was a little girl, the thing I was most afraid of, more than anything, was something bad happening to my mother. Once, I…

Safe, warm and dry

“Our love was like our house. There were cracks in the walls and chips in the paint, but it kept us safe, warm and dry.”…

On loving our possessions

This is possibly the single thing I love most in the world. I cannot quite explain why, but when I look at it I am…