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Monday, December 22, 2014

The Note She Left

Posted by William on November 29, 2011

The news came, as surely as a rain cloud pockets pennies of a copper sun. “She’s gone.” In a heap of tears, clippings from the grass of love, her son dissolves as if he’s sugar in your tea. Your arms are all he has this hour, to push the sand through grieving glass. WAIT! There is more to read… read on »