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Sending Love Away
A woman gives her heart and soul to a love destined to leave her behind
Shivering on the frosty bench, she pulled her thin coat tighter against the icy wind, her bare hands red and raw.
Not so long ago, the air was sweet, her hands were as soft as satin, her nails were perfectly manicured, and she had burned so hot from the inside that the sun cooled her down. In the summer, she felt beautiful and proud to be seen with them, going to carnivals, parades, fairs, races and rodeos.
How had I let this happen again?
Orange, yellow, and red maple leaves kicked up from the brittle, brown grass and barrel-rolled, a sideways tornado, tumbling down the slope until it hit the rocks and scattered, landing on the pond soft as a kiss. She watched the mist dancing over the still water, summer’s last breath whispering its goodbye.
The snow will come, slow and sleepy, laying a blanket across the lawn, and I’ll be sitting…
