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And then I got older, and Dad's stays were shorter and more strained. Those days are easier to remember. She pleaded with him to stay longer, and sometimes he would, but it took its toll. His face went gaunt, his breathing went haggard, and his body lost more and more of its substance, until finally she begged him to leave.
As soon as he leaped into the sky with me by his side, color and life flowed back into his face. He grinned, his energy returned, and he and I flew in loop-the-loops, our laughs echoing down to the ground where Mom watched from her open doorway.
As soon as he leaped into the sky with me by his side, color and life flowed back into his face. He grinned, his energy returned, and he and I flew in loop-the-loops, our laughs echoing down to the ground where Mom watched from her open doorway.
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Breathe
I’ve known how to breathe all my life,
at least that’s what I’ve been told.
No one taught me
no one showed me how
I just opened my mouth and
breathe in,
breathe out.
If I never had to learn how to live
why does it sometimes feel
so goddamn hard to fill my lungs
and let go of everything
like I’ve been born to do?
Why did no one tell me about the earth
and how it lives too,
about how when I press my ear to the dirt
I can hear it wheezing and
crying all at once?
Someone once told me that,
someone once said that the Earth is alive
and it inhales children’s footsteps
and exhales the trees whispers
and sighs the so
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Sky and Arrow
When Vee had first arrived on Earth, she thought she’d never really pick her feet off the ground. She hated the sky. It was too wide. Too empty. It made her mistrust gravity.
But when it came to maintaining a shuffle or running for her life, Vee chose to run.
With her heart pounding loud in her ears, Vee burst out of the woods. She turned in a full circle, feet scuffling in the loose gravel that littered the dirt road. On one side was the woods they’d run full tilt through. Her bare calves stung with a multitude of tiny cuts from the wildflower underbrush that had seemed so pretty at first. But Vee felt every single minute gash
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The cloudmaker
It was on a particularly cloudy day that I created another life. You sprung from my hands, eager, like a lamb frolicking through a grassy meadow. An accident. I had been trying to create a tornado, but my hand must've twitched. The gray of my walls only accentuated your glowing golden form further; vaguely shaped like a human child, but not quite. A highly misleading appearance. I remember my first thought: Not another one. I'd made your kind before. It never ended well.
“Nice to meet you,” you said, sticking out your hand. “It's awfully gloomy outside.”
I shook it. “The earth looked a little dry today.”
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I feel like this is the first snippet in a while that has popped a bunch of questions into my head. Most of them are age and timeline related... how long have they been together? How old is Sky? Does age change wind spirits just as it changes humans... are they mortal too? I really want to know why things became so difficult, and if they are just going to get worse!