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A page from a yearly calendar

Every Year

By Hannah Meade My fiancĂ©, Brian, died exactly five years ago today. Five whole years have already passed and still, I feel the heart-wrenching sadness I felt on the day he died. I find myself snuggling back up in my grey sheets, wanting a few more minutes of peace before…

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Posts Tagged Rita Janice Traub

April

By RJ Traub I am April, green and fair, lilacs tangled in my hair, oft-disheveled, awkward, wild, partly grown but mostly child, hope and comfort in my smile, winter-haunted all the while. Though my daffodils glint gold, I was born of mists and cold, struggling, when my wan sun sets,…

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Dance of the Leaves

By RJ Traub We watched you dancing in the gales that ushered in the cold, frenetically, yet gracefully, you leaves of green and gold, the sunlight on you crimson leaves breathtaking to behold as jauntily you danced all day to celebrate the cold. Your young trees, barely trembling now, look…

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