THE MOODY MAVEN
A Glitch in the Machine
When planned obsolescence becomes recovery on a loop…
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6 min readApr 25, 2024
Lifting my right hand, she matched the motions with her left. Her hair tumbled clockwise where mine mirrored over my shoulder, while our eyes began filling the gaps. By the time I’d finished brushing my teeth, enough of my house had been put in order to feel fresh.
