Traces of Dryer Sheets in a Land Far From Laundromats
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She heard a whisper from within and she took the dive that she’d deprived herself for far too long. No more laundry to fold. No more nosy neighbors to scold her. No more responsibilities. She felt like Alice in Wonderland must have felt like, but much better because she had far more that she was escaping from. Her phone blew up that night because she was nowhere to be found. She had been born into another world that grabbed her with welcoming waves. It was all a clean slate and a fresh perspective. She removed a dryer sheet from the locks and keys of her hair. She said hello, with a soft smile, as she held new expectations for life!
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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