Why I Donate

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Sometimes, you just feel a certain way and can’t explain it. When it’s gloomy on the coast I get nostalgic, and think about rainy days back home in Wisconsin, when rain jutted down the window of my tiny, childhood bedroom. When I was very young, I requested that the room be painted lavender, and lavender it stayed until I passed adolescence and knocked on the door of womanhood. When I think…