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Why I Can't Write Hot
I don't even really understand anything I've done until I've done it. What's more I can't see its value until I write about it.

Rebekah Mallory
Dec 5, 20244 min read


Little Woodsy Kid
I felt like I’d duped myself; sold my lake cottage to live in a camper for an undetermined amount of time.

Rebekah Mallory
Nov 15, 20244 min read


Rivka’s Epiphany
The bottle had not kept her company like she'd told herself it had, and there were plenty of times she'd convinced herself it did just that.

Rebekah Mallory
Apr 12, 20234 min read
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