fiction
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Celia shuffled through the thick snow and stepped carefully over shivering periwinkle buds to follow the fireflies one by one. She had only ever seen them in the summer, so their surprise appearance among the winter stars had quickly rushed her out into the night. It was the time of year when the cold was…
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My aliferous lover lived in the middle of a glade, a five-minute walk from my backyard and through the woods. She was made of rain-streaked marble dripping in honeysuckle and ivy; her arms spread wide and hands open for a lover’s touch, the craftsmanship in expert with the carving of her thin gown and moss-mottled…
Dolly Departed 