When I was in elementary school, my mom put a note in my brown bag lunch every single day. I saved each scrap of paper and I still have them now, as a twenty-eight year old, in a folder in my childhood bedroom. As you might guess, I’m a nostalgic person. This does not beget minimalism. I get attached to things and the fee…
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