Macee Fredlake

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We can nurture it, too. My eyes snap open. Fish dart past, glittering in the sun. I’m so cold. What did you say? You showed me. We can nurture it, if we are brave enough. But I’ve nothing left. There’s still the wild. Quiet. And then, Could you wait for me? Just a little longer? Always.
Migrations
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