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Here are my posts on life, loss, and everything in between.
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Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?
I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your hardest days.
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Christmas in Beijing
It turns out my amazing friends in Beijing won’t allow me to have Christmas pass without some celebration.
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Brown Suede Gloves
When we were little kids, on Christmas eve, she knocked on my door and smugly said, “Hey Kimily, Santa isn’t real.” I sat up in my bed, annoyed that she would say that “of course he is!” I defended.
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One year.
I will never forget the way my dad spoke those three words.
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Warm Jamaican memories
This is my favorite memory. When we lived in Jamaica, every Sunday we would visit a little island called Lime Quay. We would either take a jet boat there or go on a friend’s boat, called Rebel, as seen in this picture. We spent the entire afternoon exploring and discovering, swimming and playing while my…
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Sailing in Beijing
I’m on a sailboat with friends and an instructor. The boat quickly picks up speed by a burst of wind and suddenly begins to tip,
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