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Submitted to Contest #35
The spring hasn’t arrived yet. everyone says its spring, but its never been the same for me, not since my mother passed away.The park’s ponds haven’t thawed. The flowers haven’t bloomed. The sun, still in slumber. They say the song of spring is there, yet the only song that I hear is that of a lonely heart. With each beat, my hands grow colder. I can no longer feel the warmth of my mother’s hand in mine. What a terrible curse it is to have the ability to remember all that you have experienced as an infant. Maybe it wouldn’t h...
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