A private matter

Before you continue, please read last week’s post, if you haven’t already:

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Climate action, from here on out, was going to be a private matter. And so, my privates were introduced to…

While my kid’s were wrapped in a cloth diaper.

Here’s me, sacrificing an estimated thirty-two percent of my sex appeal to be sporting these sensible cycle bags.

You can’t tell, but they hold my reusable shopping bags for the vegetarian meals I consume in my mostly thrifted outfits.

Doing all of these things soothed me. As far as I was concerned, we were going to be alright.

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With love,