by Colleen Neumann |
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Resilience of Bamboo |
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Whenever I go back East, memories are poised to shred me upon arrival. Denial is a vicious companion, but I believe I can survive this journey. Fully aware my heart perches tenuously on my sleeve, I decide to play chicken with yesterday. |
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Abdication |
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He hasn’t a clue what he’s resurrected. It’s not the sort of thing that dies out quickly. It lingers. It took only a moment to rekindle. |