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One Unforgiving Late February Morning

Squealing brakes. The unmistakable sound of steel on steel on glass on pavement. That was the thing about McGough — you didn’t really need an alarm clock. She rolled over in bed to find his side empty again, and got … Continue reading

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No More Need

Your ability to breathe is a fragile thing; I used to worry that when you released one, you would not have the strength to catch another. Now I know that time is soon, and there is no more need to … Continue reading

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Aching in the Bones

The anticipation of winter begins with an aching in the bones and is followed soon after by an aching far deeper. In the root of me, well below and beyond, I have been excavated, hollowed out — not in preparation … Continue reading

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