Homemade Spring Rolls: Family’s first time making them and absolutely delicious!
Lots of first times lately, but damn I just don’t want to miss my only chances, you know?
When this stuff happens, these things happen, I get so scared… I know that everything slips. It falters. It fades. It ends.
Mortality is a terrible, bitter taste and I’ve tasted it so many times. Leaves me wishing for before and after all at once. Before that wreck when I knew the end was inevitable and after I’m gone, so I can see what my life might have meant to the world.
Uncertainty is such a bitch. Spring rolls, however, are not.
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