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The Map of Small Disasters
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I was twenty minutes from home when I realized I hadn't seen my grandma's handwriting on the map. Not on the stars. Someone else had drawn them. Smaller, thinner lines. Someone had updated her map. Recently.
I pulled over and really looked at the map. The new stars, the refreshed carving, the name on the wall with today's date underneath. Someone was marking my disasters before they happened. The realization hit me so hard I nearly threw up.
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