flowers in the garden

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the flowers were pink.

they were, had been – that way all along.
it was something she was used to. it was something worth relying on, though mostly overall unnoticed.

this tower was to be her home, they’d said, years before. she was a child- who knows how old.

she was a prisoner as the princess they’d made her into.

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Nothing has changed. It’s still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: It would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore. You can’t hurry love, as the song goes. You can’t hurry grief, either.

— Sigrid Nunez

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