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Molly Fisk: Contrails & Happiness

By Molly Fisk
It's January. I'm still single. Wrinkles still crowd onto my face like shipwreck-survivors into a lifeboat. My bank account, as usual, nestles comfortably in the low three figures. The weather's unseasonably warm and white lines criss-cross the winter sky. Nothing in my life has changed. Except I'm happy. And everything's changed.
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