Bramblepoint But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun.

small but strong.
she almost told him about her dead husbands. she almost laughed aloud, crazed, at the idea of saying this to the creek man.
"are you married?" it was related. invasive. teya wanted to talk about marriage; needed it; she needed to know someone else was as much a failure at it.
leaves cascaded down around them; vermillion, ochre, sunglow. her eyes felt heavy and ageless.