Safa writes sometimes
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s.salem
Maybe Love is a Cannoli at the Airport
I Froze My Eggs at 40 , and here’s why
Everything Changes, Even the Pain That Feels Permanent
The More I Travel, the Less I Belong
The Love That Keeps Me from Living
20 Years of Bulimia: What the Mirror Didn’t Show Me
A solo traveler with writer’s block
My anxiety is one pair of shoes away
August 4, 2020: The Day I died
I want to write something no one will read
Not today
You are Beautiful, she said
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