- Jennifer Preston Chushcoff
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We had this moment. A direct line, a blind tether, a strike unraveling its electric charge, and then you were gone, like mist, nothing to remember, but a faint outline for dreams.
We had this moment. A direct line, a blind tether, a strike unraveling its electric charge, and then you were gone, like mist, nothing to remember, but a faint outline for dreams.