Peter Ward Brown Simon wished he could miss the kids like Josie did: thoroughly and up front, missing like yearning, bubbling to the surface. But he did not miss them in this way.

Suzanne Hicks I spent more and more time watching the sun go down alone, lying in the grass or climbing the tree that shed helicopters in fall.

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Lucinda Trew there is a woman in my dream, shimmering  in thin prairie sun, standing still as stone in wind that bends wheat to its knees

Sarp Sozdinler The room filled with honeyed light, or maybe the syrupy memory of it, and the birds gathered in the corners, clicking their beaks in gratitude.

Sarp Sozdinler The room filled with honeyed light, or maybe the syrupy memory of it, and the birds gathered in the corners, clicking their beaks in gratitude.

Kyle Weik The clouds storming in faster. My heart racing as you climbed higher and higher and higher. Your backpack slipping and falling back to earth.

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