For this season.
For life, again.
And for my neighbor’s tree.
by julie rybarczyk
photo by R-girl
DON'T BE A STRANGER
Hey there, I'm Julie—
hopeless hoper,
incessant wonderer,
freelance writer,
single mom,
and hardcore INFJ.
I'm doing my best
to be short on perfection
and long on grace.
Here's to betting
on each other, friends.
xo
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