shades of

Unfinished bits. Third hand conflicts. Stories of despair that are not yours. Regrets you don't even recognize. What if you've misunderstood everything about how to survive?  Bare feet on the hot concrete, library books in a stack by the bed. A male trumpeter swan waits to molt until his partner has regrown her feathers so that neither of them is flightless at the same time. 


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