Cancer is a scrapbook stitched by moonlight. Every trinket, every tattered note, every whiff of an old perfume is saved. Others may see clutter; you see chapters, the reflections of who you were and whom you’ve loved. You are possessive—not…
Cancer is a scrapbook stitched by moonlight. Every trinket, every tattered note, every whiff of an old perfume is saved. Others may see clutter; you see chapters, the reflections of who you were and whom you’ve loved. You are possessive—not…