I miss her. 13 years ago, I held her as she passed. My life has no answers to her last thought. Have a Good Life. How? I am lashed to another survivor, and there is no land to be seen, and we turn on each other like rats. I miss her. Miss the idea of her. Miss everything she was.
Love, would you laugh, to see me now? What counsel would you give.
But that was all she would say of the sound of that country.
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