Inspiration

Inspiration

At the cemetery, my brother shoved me against the gravestone, snarling: “This is where you belong.” He didn’t notice the mourners behind us, phones raised, recording every word he said.

The New England autumn had stripped the cemetery of its summer softness, leaving behind a stark, skeletal beauty. The sky

At the cemetery, my brother shoved me against the gravestone, snarling: “This is where you belong.” He didn’t notice the mourners behind us, phones raised, recording every word he said. Read Post »

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