For Sarah
*Photo by Johannes Plenio from Pexels
This is my year, she yelled on New Year’s Eve, confetti in her hair, as she clinked her plastic champagne flute, and poured a little out for her homies.
This is going to be my year, for sure, she wrote in her Dream Journal, ignoring the ink stains along the edge of her hand. February already. So many ideas, s…
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