Transcript:
In the beginning I thought of the relationship as an apple, and I pictured myself holding the apple cupped in my two hands.
I thought,
I can love this apple, and that means I can let myself be loved.
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My family home is in the woods surrounded by trees one hundred feet tall.
Did you know that when it’s windy all those leaves sound like the ocean?
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I ask my hairdresser about the acorns that sit atop his workstation next to a collection of crystals and Buddhas.
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On my tombstone it says,
Here lies Kate Learson,
rolling in her grave in ecstasy.
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