Epilogue.

CCO.

Towards the end
my sister told me that she was so tired of being a person.
Turn me into a painting or a poem, she said, her last words to me.
I’m no artist,
but sister, each word of this poem
smells like the sound of your name.
There are no goodbyes for us
my dear Nova.
Wherever you are, we will always be
KoraandNova
NovaandKora.
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-Rupali Jeganathan | The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

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