Sometimes the orange chair is as big as the one that Lilly Tomlan used to sit in. I feel like such a child /an invisible woman and so distant from everyone in the room. There are times when I just can't come to church. Other times I feel overwhelmed that I find myself sitting at Green Valley in a characterized orange chat... on that day, at that specific time, totally clueless as to why I was there or what/who had brought me there.
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