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Milo You left and I never came back
I wandered. Life was [listless, a lilting sleep like the sailor's lullaby. Not that I'd ever been on a boat, not that I'd ever seen much of the sea aside from the cool mirror of the flats where my life had changed.] long. I hurt, walked slow like [swimming, something I'd learn later when you left and I never came back, when father became you because there was no one else to think about,] pain. My back bunched, step slow. One step, two step, three step, white step. Back white sugarlump, a part of me was different. Melting white [snow, vestiges now long gone that I remembered from the fading pictures of my birthday, melting] tears. I did not know what [crafter] she, silver, was. Felt the chain around my neck [constrict like a noose, tugged at by the bare weight of unearned blood. What was a child to do with such a violent token but hang it upon his breast? What was I to do but grow into the gold hooks until someday they dug into my skin?] swing, swing, clink. Two strangers, like mom, like... [female, like mare, like lady. Not my concern, not my area of expertise. I had more to learn, so when] She said build, create, craft, important. |
@Brisa @Rasta --sorry for my tardiness.
