Maybe the hardened clay was not as ugly as I had thought. Maybe what I resented was the color my father had painted me. The time had come to sand away some of that dreadful stain.
Zohreh GhahremaniTags: identity
The key to a good friendship is in tolerating what we don't understand.
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