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The days passed, and the caterpillars followed the kit’s promises to a t. They wriggled, they fell, they ate, they spun silk

Knowing that hundreds of us were making our way on foot to the last remaining Wall made it all connect somehow. I had to come back

Do I have that same kavod? Though I’m dressed more appropriately, I’m watching from the sidelines and can’t even manage to be wholeheartedly present

I resisted the crazed urge to call out to her, to yell for her to stop, to take me, a perfect stranger, along with her

I mean, I wear this stuff, it’s my unique style, but would my students get it? I need to be new and fresh, hip and cool, right?

But then again, the ring stays on my finger while funds come and go. I’ve learned that the hard way