The Freckle on My Left Arm: A 90s Story
The Freckle’s Story There it was, a scattering of cinnamon dust against porcelain – a constellation of freckles, clustered on the pale landscape of my left arm. Each minuscule spot, a silent testament to long summer days, popsicle-stained smiles, and the unwavering sun of the nineteen nineties. It wasn’t just a marking; it was a…
