They each meant so much to her, pieces of her heart, stones in the stream that was her life. There came the moment downstream, in the future where she waited, when they didn't arrive. Upon the rock centered in the current, grief flowed between her splayed fingers, futures whose journeys ended too soon, memories she'd never know without them to share. ©March 2023 Christina Anne Hawthorne
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