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May 2019
I was a curious child, as all children should be.

My parents let me keep my dislodged teeth.

I started collecting,

I wanted to have a full smile.

Not only that,

But I had red clay that I made heads with;

How cool, would that be,

If I could make one with a smile?

Needless to say, I didn’t have many friends.

What I had were smiling heads.
True story. I don't think I was a lonely child, just an alone child in her world.
Jade Quirk
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Jade Quirk
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