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My heart is an open book. But I haven’t paid attention. Now I’ll actually read it. The words are blurry and jumbled up. I need glasses. Glasses of love. Glasses of compassion. I need really strong glasses. The letters are so small. All piled up in one corner, trying to behave. We have loose tooth T, skinned-knee D, and stubbed-toe ...

Once upon a time there was a girl born in the land of the Midnight Sun, on the longest day of the year. The sun would barely dip beyond the Horizon on the day she was born. She grew up in a loving yet fearful environment (which she later pondered – could that really have been love, since there’s no ...