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All My Grief
There you are, I think, as my breath catches in surprise. I let out a sigh. Of relief? Maybe. Or perhaps just acknowledgement. You’ve been gone for a while, but not forever. No, never that. Now I see you, stretched across the barren, ravaged, winter ground, chalky white and gray. Wispy tendrils of opaque, brisk air, snaking across this silent land. Like leftover music from a child’s music box, after the party is over. You haunt and linger.