My First Day

About halfway through my first day at my new job I very clearly thought, “when I get home, I have to call Dad.” I could visualize talking to him. I could visualize him talking to me. All this before I realized this would not happen anywhere but in my mind. And so it goes.

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e lewis

I'm a bibliophile with a love of social justice theory living in the Pacific North West trying to figure life out.

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