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October

  
 
The water was whatever color the sky was, but greener, and the trees were black.  
   
Memories, like the shadows of trees, wash over me as we walk. She tells me about her dog, boyfriend and the house they're building. I tell her about my rabbit, books and more books, the ones im reading and want to read, as if they matter.  We're so different and the same, when she talks it reminds me of the way I talk, & I can hardly talk about anything important without the cold wind laying its icy hands on my throat.

She doesn't seem to mind the silences.

Umm
Written by Umm
Published | Edited 10th Aug 2019
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