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Maybe time's not real
But the flower still withers
And hearts still grow cold
About the Creator
Andrea N. Brown
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
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