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April 2014, vol 10, no 1

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Terri L. French

Her Time


The mortician did a terrible job. Her cheeks are rouged like an old woman’s. The long lashes of a child lay against them. She doesn’t look like herself. The living, breathing girl I knew.

forgotten wishes—
birthday candles
snuffed in one breath




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