Happiness. It's relative.
[It’s been a night swim these past few months after our daughter’s death, but now I’m finding the raft. It’s good.] She’d dreamt of swimming across the lake a thousand times. The dreams were always the same. There was a full moon that shone… Continue Reading “Night Swim: A Story”
She’d dreamt of swimming across the lake a thousand times. The dreams were always the same. There was a full moon that shone on the water like a spotlight, soft, though, sweet and rolling with the waves. She saw herself swimming, always in a… Continue Reading “Night Swim: A Story”
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