Dwindling by Cathy

R.I.P. Jenny, 1984-2023

All through my life I have yearned to be little: a pixie with delicate bones,petite and birdlike with elegant moves: a slenderline Hepburn clone.(That’s Audrey, not Kath’rine, who was more substantial and given to clashes of wills.)I’ve never been one who gets carried across new homes’ thresholds in cheesy old films.   If I’d ever...

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