Rec | MY FRIEND CATELYNN

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I didn’t expect myself to cry again for you. I recently received a blouse in the mail (you would love it) and it perfectly showcases one of your designs that often gets hidden by my clothing. Someone complimented the tattoo this day and once again I had the opportunity to say “My friend Catelynn…”. I speak of you only with highest regards and gentleness, trying to mimic the way your love bled into all you did. You are deeply missed.

@toralie

Feb 20, 2025

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