one hundred & seventy eight: mother

i really can’t do this one justice either, tonight. though i feel like i write about her every second entry, i feel struck dumb by the magnitude of this one.

i am one. a mother, i mean.

i had one, but i don’t anymore.

there is almost nothing that fills me with more desperation than the absence of one. nothing that makes me feel more lost and bereft in the world.

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