I stood on the deserted patch where the statue had been, facing the path she would seen had she human eyes. I noticed the light was as exquisite as ever. I reluctantly exited the cemetery and walked along the tracks, a longtime habit providing there was no train coming. The scrappy resilience of weeds and…
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The Melting 21
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The Melting 21
Looking back, moving forward
Aug 24, 2021
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