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April 23, 2026

  • Apr 23
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Updated: Apr 27

hi lou,


i didn’t have the heart to tell you — if it weren’t for the prospect of tiny junip, my future daughter, i’m not sure i’d want to stay here very long.

an unfair amount of tethering to project onto someone who doesn’t exist yet. equal parts awe and feces, as they say.

thank you for telling me your sons helped you find yourself — the way they see you, i think i see you a little like that too.

i have felt alone for as long as i can remember. this season more than most.

if i’m being honest, i’m a little tired of it.

but i guess i’m still here and i can’t wait to meet Juniper.


your dramatic and hopeful client,

tt

 
 
 

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