Today is my birthday, again. I ought to be happier, but I cannot help but feel only melancholy in this moment... I suppose I was happy. ‘Do blow out your candles, dear. Your cake is ... [+]
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Today is my birthday, again. I ought to be happier, but I cannot help but feel only melancholy in this moment... I suppose I was happy. ‘Do blow out your candles, dear. Your cake is ... [+]
The biting November wind swept the dead, crumpled leaves into the fire pit. It was quiet and ashy, specks of white soot falling away from the cracked logs. I stared at the blue tarp ... [+]