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Somewhere Between Us
The last time I saw him was at the airport. We stood near the gate, saying almost nothing, both of us caught in a silence too full to break. His hand brushed against mine once, light and uncertain, like a question neither of us dared ask. We weren’t crying yet. Just standing too close, hearts…
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Orange Hue
4:45 PM EST.The evening was cool and quiet, painted in the deep reds and golds of fall. I opened the window, letting the cold breeze rush in. The air smelled of damp mud, a soft reminder of the drizzle that had passed through earlier. I wanted a cup of coffee. One of those small comforts…
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Fragments and Fables 