What I remember is the ache. Deep in my gut the knowledge that I was lost, that whatever map had lead me here would be no good to me ever again. And so I wrapped my arms around myself, the way you had wrapped around me that night, and I ached. I remember you made … Continue reading First
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Stay Warm on the Way Down
I didn’t think they were people at first. Huddled close in a mass of waving arms and worn out coats. They looked more like a grove of trees wandering slowly from the coffee shop down to the ocean, the dim light muting every colour into shadow. I didn’t think they would throw themselves into the … Continue reading Stay Warm on the Way Down
