Deigna Whitney
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Reposted by Deigna Whitney
I stepped outside today and Ohio smelled like dust and smoke.
A thin, ill-looking fox marched through my front yard in broad daylight.
The world feels like a skinned-knee right now, but I remind myself that skinned-knees hurt and hurt and itch and itch and heal.
A thin, ill-looking fox marched through my front yard in broad daylight.
The world feels like a skinned-knee right now, but I remind myself that skinned-knees hurt and hurt and itch and itch and heal.
September 15, 2025 at 7:06 PM
I stepped outside today and Ohio smelled like dust and smoke.
A thin, ill-looking fox marched through my front yard in broad daylight.
The world feels like a skinned-knee right now, but I remind myself that skinned-knees hurt and hurt and itch and itch and heal.
A thin, ill-looking fox marched through my front yard in broad daylight.
The world feels like a skinned-knee right now, but I remind myself that skinned-knees hurt and hurt and itch and itch and heal.