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by
A.L. Knorr
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August 19, 2018 - February 3, 2019
Martinius used both hands to pick up the page and hold it in a patch of un-dappled sunlight to ensure his eyes hadn't betrayed him. “It’s not possible,” he said, squinting at the photograph. “Is it?”
Mom didn't work at that time so we could no longer afford to stay in the two-storey we had in the suburbs.
According to her, as long as we are warm in the winter and have electricity and running water, we live like royalty.
Martinius.
Grief was a deep-sea monster lurking far below, occasionally wrapping a cold tentacle around an ankle to pull me under. The monster used to have me completely tangled up, suffocating
chance of finding each
only for a little while. I went into the house and chugged as
on." I sputtered a humorless laugh but stopped
And isn't that the way the most precious moments of our lives come and go? They're over in a moment leaving us breathless and dizzy, and feeling like yelling 'Wait, don't go!' Every name I heard that evening
an intermission.

