This morning my husband was slain
The man I love, hit by a train
My son said wipe your tears
Dad's been gone 30 years
It was all a cruel trick of my brain
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Danielle Kelley
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Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
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The writing is incredibly moving and thought-provoking.👌👌
OMGoodness... deep and heartfelt