Saturday, February 10, 2024

The River Comments

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The snow is thick. I can barely see my own hands in front of my face.
I've been walking for longer than I can remember. I don't remember where I came from, where I'm going… Not even who I am anymore.
A nearby river is the only thing to lead me as I walk along it.
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Marie Byrdman
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