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Hiatus

Hiatus

Time passed. One day became two. Weeks became months. What began as a temporary absence evolved into a void. No writing. No journaling. No attempt at an opening paragraph. On occasion, I hastily blurted a random thought or two into a voice memo on my phone. But the...
Sixteen Redux

Sixteen Redux

There you are, in the big chair, half curled and snuggled up against me. A tangled clump of hair covers part of your face.  You’re somewhere between wake and sleep listening to Goodnight Moon and my made up stories of butterflies and rainbow fish. You are warmth to my...