a clam, Mimosa pudica, and me. we’ve got a lot more in common that i’d care to admit: poke a little too harshly and we close in on ourselves, nay saying a word. a week, two weeks, three. ask my husband, he’s becoming an expert in dealing with clams.

i’m trying to crawl out of my hole. lend me a grip, would’ya?

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