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The Errant Eyebrows and Wild Self-Compassion

by | Feb 7, 2018 | Writings

The room smelled of honey, like a warm, inviting slice of predawn toast. I leaned back in the chair watching her intently, bracing myself as she took what looked like a thin popsicle stick and rhythmically stirred the thick concoction brewing away in a small, metal...