I’ve read this nonfiction piece, from the woman behind TrainWrite, several times over the past two days. It continues to resonate. Enjoy today’s Story of the Day, and if you’re in NYC, take a walk in the rain:
“Mid-September was just becoming cold enough for a hoodie, so I threw on my favorite over the striped, mod mini-dress I greeted him in because I’d promised leg.”
(Bonus piece, from KES: “The Raisin Effect,” via Front Porch)
Putting this story (and myself) to bed. The submitting fun begins tomorrow.
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