It seems to her that humans have only one spring, one summer, one fall, and if they’re lucky — or not, depending on your perspective — one winter.
Category: Life and Death
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One Hundred and Twenty Hours
One hundred and twenty hours after my mother took her last breath, we gathered around a deep hole and covered her casket in roses.
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Women in Black
The water shimmers baby blue beneath a blushing pink sky and it seems Bob and I are the only people on earth.
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EXIT PLAN
“How long do you want to live?” Bob asks over a steaming bowl of fried cabbage