After Gifts of the Crow, by John Marzluff and Tony Angell.
I cannot forget. Whenever I walk by a blue Camry, your voice replays in my head — each hoarse syllable. I see your face in every cedar branch, every streetlamp aura. I cannot forget. I’ve tried waiting years, traveling as far as I can from you — but the past always comes back like the tide on the shore. I cannot forget. I want to scream every well-practiced retort I’ve bottled up — but they all come out as one guttural shout. I cannot forget.
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I am so honored! Thank you!
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I relate too well. And you’re a fine writer.
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I appreciate your feedback so much!
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My pleasure.
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The feelings and emotions are well depicted in this piece. Nice work.
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Reblogged this on Phil A Davis and commented:
A nice piece relating emotions we all feel at one time or another.
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Oh wow! I am so honored!
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