the succulence of being

words by allyssa + photos by vallejo

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She would lie

on her bed

and dream.

Of a world where she would never hear a child scream, 

save for the moments that felt thrilling and enlivening.

Like, on a rollercoaster.

Or, opening presents

on Christmas morning. 

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