She stands like a warrior home from battle. Broken. Battered. On-guard. So hard. The war is over. But inside, a fight still rages. A civil war. Break or be broken. So savage.
She wants to be rescued.
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former librarian, nudist, and vegan, perpetual student, and failed truck driver, a.r. smith is the author of lots of little dittys in her head. part fiction, part memoir, part rant, more than anything, this blog is about hitting bottom and coming home. giving up hope, and gaining freedom. trying to carve out a little breathing room. becomming fearless.
she lives in the Hoosier state with her dog, Hustler, who continues every morning to wake her with a smoosh to the face and a bright shiny lick to the nose.
she lives in the Hoosier state with her dog, Hustler, who continues every morning to wake her with a smoosh to the face and a bright shiny lick to the nose.
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