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Anonymous Anonymous

“her”

Doubt takes hold of my memories like a layer of oil.

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Fiction Allyson Roche Fiction Allyson Roche

“Margaret and Lulabelle”

The shadowy, indeterminate veil, like the sunset’s unwanted gray clouds, fell back over her, and with Margaret no longer wielding a knife to cut through the deadness, she teared up, in gratitude, for seeing through and being seen through.

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