8 Folds
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She couldn't help but think it was a perfect metaphor for her life. Skipping from place to place, leaving ripples in her wake. She wondered where and when she would finally sink -
3
I can see the children playing in the summer dusk from the window in my living room. An overwhelming urge to step out into their world consumes me.
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6
He whines by my side. He's cold and hungry and I want nothing more than to give his weary tiny legs a break from our trek. I want to offer words of comfort, but we must keep moving