February frost petals frozeonebyone, brittle tears of ice. Their shards pierced my heart,knowing that I had no partin your funeral, except I wrote a poem and read it out loud,proudto be your daughter. I blew my nose,tried to expel the bitter-sweet notesof Andrea Bocelli (not my choice) that reminded me that it was timeto say […]
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