Clouds clustered thickly above me, and from them fluttered thousands of peculiar flakes, rose, green, yellow, more like confetti than snow. I reached out my hands to touch them; they lit upon me, shimmering and ethereal...I caught one on my tongue. It crackled in my mouth like a tiny lightening storm, and for a single heartbeat I was screaming through the sky...These were memories from my mother
— Jul 10, 2015 10:13PM
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