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I pick at this healing tattoo daily. And each day it looks a little better. A little less red. A little less scabbed over. Each day, it hurts a little less. And while it heals, I heal. I think about why I got it. About everything she meant to me. As my skin flakes away, the key becomes much more apparent. It’s reassuring, a daily reminder of the advice and love and mentorship she left me with. And while sometimes my heart hurts so bad, feels so empty, I know how truly blessed I am to be left with anything at all.
, E
Ashton Hill