I open the door to her room. All of her stuff is still there, but the cold is unnatural. She never liked the cold. We never talked about her dying because I didn’t want to face that inevitably. I know she had said once that she will be with me in spirit, but why can’t …
The beginning of fall brings changes throughout this wooded area. The leaves are changing colors, and the wind whips around my face just a bit more. As I stray from the path and walk between the trees, I hear a sound from above. I look up, and a raven stares back at me. It flies …
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