The Two Faces of Evie

I thought it was just me that had a face for the world and then one with the cracks that I tend to keep for behind the closed doors of our home. I am discovering this week that although Evie may look the spit of Colin she is most definitely like me in this ability to create a happy exterior when inside you have a chasm of sadness that dissipates but never will go away completely.

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