Loss seldom happens all at once. It’s a movement, an emptying that takes something away bit by bit until there’s nothing left to take apart but the memory. Like a cup made of ice melting into itself. The whole world, the entire cosmos… statues of melting ice.
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By Julia Prentice This is Fall, the time of leaves and leaving. My mother is leaving us,...
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By Holly Herring I had this pair of cheap, white, ceramic foo dogs for a long time. Once I...
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By Michelleanne Bradley We are of a nature to grow old; we cannot escape old age. We are of...
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By Michelleanne Bradley I have found my family to be rich with opportunities for...
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