This is us one week after the fire. Always stopping back by the apartment to try and salvage something. The clothes that appeared to be salvageable normally just fell to pieces once it was picked up or pulled out of the wash.
And then there's the lovely picnic we had with the school just off of Dolson Bridge the next afternoon. The older women on the ferry--the one just squishing the kids--is Olivia. She's our hilarious co-teacher that I will miss dearly.
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