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Some can be Crunchy
Some covered in morning dew
Step on each to see
About the Creator
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Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Makes me want to go out and crunch ‘em. 🍂☺️