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April 2016, vol 12 no 1

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Yesha Shah

Honeymoon Cottage


That dusk, twelve years back, as we sat watching the frothy waves crash ashore, I told you about my foreboding – how we weren’t meant to be. Today when you ask me if I love you . . . I cannot lie.

driftwood
sand from the last shore
still in its cracks


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