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Cardinal by Alchemist X on Flickr

Bird Bones

I was a mother and now I am only someone who was one, who no longer knows who she is and what she is, if she can no longer be that.

Love mark by alykat on Flickr licensed by Creative Commons

Love Letter to a Shiny Thing

Sometimes at night I spend an hour or more rereading my text conversations with Sarah. I especially can't stop rereading the things I've said, amusing and pithy and clever things that I would never have said except to Sarah and because of Sarah.