From a long-form narrative inside my notebooks. Posting this to remind myself and you that I'm not quite the bitter queen I sometimes think I am.
"Where are you from?"
"Santa Fe, New Mexico," I said proudly, as I always do when I'm out of town. Santa Fe means magic to a lot of people, myself included, and though I've lived there most of my life and have known its darkest underbelly and its glaring contradictions, it is nevertheless a place of history and tradition, beauty and spirituality, and in my most hopeless hour in that sometimes wretched place, I have found salvation more times than I care to count, it is the place of my family and friends, and though I've left it a million times, I always return, for love it or not, it is my home and I am loved there, strangely enough, at least enough that I can always stop there and recuperate, and learn to love and live and dream again.
Again, my deepest apologies
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