Tuesday

I, her, she, be.

 To my sisters, my brothers, my cousins, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, mothers and fathers, and everyone in between,

I am writing this from a safe place in an unsafe world.

You and I may have never met. We may never meet. But I am writing this because I am safe, and because everyone deserves to know that somewhere, someone cares.

If you ever need anything from me, and it is within my power to give, it is yours.

My door is open. My heart is open.

You are welcome here.

You are not alone.

With love,

Kerri

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I think I met you once in that sleepy-sleep state. You know the in-between place. That quiet place between here and gone, where the room sof...