Glory

Maybe you want some for yourself.

Daybreak by Maxfield Parrish (1922)

Dear Molly,

I am writing to you on a Sunday morning from the comfort of my queen bed in a master bedroom I rent in a house in a cool northwestern city with three other amazing women. My new Apple computer is spread across my lap, and texts from my hot, intelligent, champion listener of a boyfriend are lighting up my pho…

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