I remember Anna’s 21st, traveling to her parent’s house on the bus, when she pointed out a small red bump I had on the underside of my nostril.  I was reasonably self-conscious about it, and had scratched it to bleeding a few times in an effort to self-cure.  A cherry hemangioma, and nothing to worry about, though it would take me months after her birthday to actually go to the doctor and have it removed.

-28 April 2017

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