My name is Evee. Not Evie or Eve, and in fact I dislike both of those names quite strongly.
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Dear March
You will become what you deserve, my friend.
Waking UP
Writing on the blog is deeply personal. I imagine I sit you down, offer you tea, hold your hand and look you in the eyes. Whilst you may read this and throw it away, or never think of it again, I think of it every day. The power of you sitting with me, and giving me space to share my thoughts.