confetti pages by Lauren Scharhag
- Father - by Lauren Scharhag I wish my father had told me rain.I cling to the memory, the first memory,of standing by the sea, and him inviting meto taste the waters. What do you taste? he asked.Salt, I said, and that was the beginningof knowing that Earth wasn’t really earth.Why couldn’t he have… {more}
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