I Buried my heart in a sea of grass, believing that emptiness would become a cure. I did not yet know the name of my disease– that sharp exquisite pang I would feelwhen watching the swallows, the sheer joy of their skip-stone flight and unabashed feasting of insects. Unbearable jealousy–yearning without knowing–paralysis. So I leaned […]
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