She thinks about her mother every time she smokes a cigarette, slowly killing herself.
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Concrete Diaries
Seeking permanence in an impermanent world, they scratched their names, their words, their hopes, dreams, curses, burdens, secrets and lies into the ground beneath their feet. We walk on and over them daily. Join me as I bear witness and re-imagine their stories.
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