roofs like blueberries
scattered atop the stomping
grounds of gods fabled
About the Creator
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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Excellent imagery here! Well done!
Beautiful! I particularly love that you used blueberries to describe the colour of the roofs. It gives feels of sweetness and light atmosphere ✨
This was stunningly beautiful!
Loved this one.
This is lovely!!
Wow I love this. I was looking through the submissions and this caught my eye. I want to print it off and put it somewhere I can always see it… as I aspire to visit Greece!
Superb!!!💕💖😊