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LETTING GO
The moment she opened the journal
It had started to rain
She did not move
Transfixed by
His handwritten words
Swirling away
In the false golden hour
It had started to rain
She did not move
Transfixed by
His handwritten words
Swirling away
In the false golden hour
Published 6th Sep 2018
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6th Sep 2018 5:34pm
6th Sep 2018 5:48pm
I like to think part of her swirled away as well, and she got up lighter and ready for the next chapter, but I'm an optimist and I really do not know her that well.
12th Sep 2018 4:51pm
12th Sep 2018 5:18pm
It makes me happy to hear you say that because I really love those last lines too. Sometimes the muse gives you something and it just feels so yummy.
