Fiction, Fabulous Fabrication, or Fact?
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Saturday, June 18, 2016
I went back to where I buried my grief.
The place looked vacant but that was because
she had changed into the cawing
and I didn't want to get on with life
during the day anymore. There were plans.
Supposing the cawing could stop in time.
What would it say? Something tame. Telling.
Still wild and beyond that. She needed
more taming about the road.