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Rust never sleeps

Are you ready for a weak hello, from far away, squeaking imperceptibly from the jaws of the tin-man? Because that’s what it feels like—finding my blogger’s voice after so long. “Sono arrugginita,” I’d say in Italian. I’m rusted. Rusted over. … Continue reading

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