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There are some things I would not change. 

I have been collecting all of those first looks
and saving them for later. Eye contact like hard candy. 

Mama always told me to 
only get what you really wanted. 

I had to learn what I wanted first. I eat paper for breakfast, lunch and dessert. There are thousands of threads that hold my sweater together for me and everyone else.

I went for a walk by myself and stopped in the middle of an open store front full of seven Vietnamese women behind sewing machines wearing denim and sunlight. I could walk right up to them if I wanted to. I only looked. 

[image: Jonathan Lichtfeld]