Thoughts On Being A Kempt Woman

To be a kept woman or to be unkempt – that was the question

What the hell is a “kept woman,” anyway? I pondered this for hours as I got lost in Skyline Park and had to walk an extra FIVE miles. The exhaustion, thirst, and hunger I experienced during my unintentional 11-mile hike made super clear the advantage of having a companion when you head out into the wilderness. A metaphor for my life, perhaps.

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