somewhere a lantern burns in the woods.
somewhere a cold blind man suffers.
they will never meet.
hurting
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when leaves let go
leaves let go
each one a page ripped out of summer's book
each one a memory that hasn't been remembered since 1969
each one a fragment of what was
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Comments
This is a very enticing and succinct story! It reminds me of the way Anthony Doerr writes. Check him out- Maybe you'll be inspired to expand the story :)
Thanks for the suggestion!
This packs a serious punch. Wow. I'm impressed by how you've managed encrypt a primordial existential howl into such a succinct crisp little piece!
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