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“Speak in sighs, soft petals written beneath our skin, my darling—if you look at it the right way, all the world is a garden.”
She constantly finds herself staring into the dark grey sky as thunder rumbles in the distance, carefully holding her bleeding heart in the soft palms of her hands— the same…
Everyone is gone, back to the slow drumbeat of life after the holidays, to resolutions and rain, to dark mornings, mind-numbing TV and seasonal flu, to living their life. Not…