Part 4: Your Angel, Nadine

Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the soft buzz of excitement to finally be alone together, but there was a palpable frisson between them—their elbows brushing, their fingertips bristling, one Nadine resting her chin on the other’s shoulder. A sweet heat came off the Other Nadine as she twirled her fingers into Nadine’s hair….

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mekararuanan

My great-grandmother had been dead for years when my soul fled. I searched days for my soul, going back and forth between our old haunts, the places we hid in, cried at, crawled into. When I finally found my soul I asked, can you return?

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Water

An emerald sting in your eyes makes you shudder-blink.

Yellow is a lift of the sky. Red is the smoke of memory.

Green is the lung emerging from water. All you see is blue.

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A Sea Tale

I have always wanted to make a children’s book, but stories for children don’t seem to come these last few years. Perhaps because I am a thousand years in and cannot remember what innocence is. I’d have to work harder at clearing the wreckage out of my turtle-heart to open it for that kind of business…

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