Wednesday last week I saw her drift by the river, laying face-down on something we built together. Disbelieving on the long walk home that a thing like I saw could rearrange what I know. I'm living with fear and I'm livid with fear and it's something I can't ignore right now, like throwing sticks and stones.
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