She Was an American Girl

Breathing is harder than it should be. I have to remind myself to do it. I watch the sunset. A giant white glowing orb sinking into the veins of the dead winter trees. They aren’t in fact dead, of course, but their gnarled bare branches, snaked shadow fingers creeping toward the gray sky could fool […]

She Was an American Girl

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