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“A storm’s a brewing.” I could see your breath last night. It danced circles around your freckles, playing ring-a-rosy before fading into...

You pretended to know the names of trees and I pretended to care. There was a lot of pretending in those early days. “Someday I’ll have...

Today is the first day all winter I’ve been woken by the sun. Her fingers slipped between my hair and the tips of them grazed my lips as...

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Four. There are four people in this family. One two three four. Four is the amount of times my sister closes her bedroom window before...