Weighing the Straw – Part I
We were as close as the moth and the flame, the tongue and the bad tooth, back then.
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The mourners reminded me of starlings, wings weighted down by the rain of ceremony, no longer volant; broken by a straw that only they, each one of them, knew the individual weight of.
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