Grief-stricken
Mira cries. She opens her arms and holds them out toward me. I envelop her. Feel her chest heave with the staccato beat of a carpenter’s hammering. Listen to her muffled sobs.
All I can do is hold her. Reassure her that she’s not alone as a lifetime’s grief swallows her.
damp collar
grasshopper songs
fade in the cold
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