Sunday, February 12, 2023

Harbored Grief Comments

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His tears cascaded down as rain, hands joined to mine warmly, and I felt as close to the sun as imaginable.
I noticed how fiercely blue his despondent gaze was and how he shook violently at the thought of losing me, his courage.
I squeezed my eyes hard and saw phosphene and then yellow.
Bright as a dahlia flower.
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