Not mine, anchored under sheets lapped over us, wrinkled little but still not broken, yet stiff enough to press the issue. So few folds back then, our young skin glistening,…
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The Woman Who Faded into ʻŌhiʻa Rain By Jesa Amascual
The first time Marikit vanished, the apapane were singing. Their crimson feathers flashed between the ʻōhiʻa branches like warnings as her fingers turned to mist as she spooned the last…
Writing Friends, my apologies for this tardy post. I just flew in, and boy are my arms tired, but not too tired to post this now : ) Our April…