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The Day Our Stories Got Short

..   We used to talk tall -tales, surface trails of circle flow going no -where. These last small drips of us, this end, these stilted st(r)ands of hope, they’re fleeting. Just this: our beating hearts.   .. Wordled.    … Continue reading

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