There’s a cloak wrapped tight around me. A cloak of grief. A cloak of fear. A cloak of wanton weariness. Keeping me dry, From tears that threaten to rain. Softening painful memories, That strike like buffeting winds. My mother. My sister. My grandmother. My familial trinity gone. Reunited and cleansed of mortal imperfection.…
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