Redux
- Mia Kernaghan
- Mar 22, 2020
- 1 min read
I only remember the snow —
everything else felt as if
dreamt — that sweeping
feeling, wondering if my
heart was still
good — every corner of the
room quickly pulverized, every
precious moment had
amounted to — what?
A passing friend, a
watering goodbye, a
guilt that had grown with me
all along, redux.


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