Pressed Flowers

I sent her four pressed flowers. Three cherry blossoms and a daffodil, from the park where I watch the sun make its descent in the sky each evening. Spring hasn't graced her ecosystem yet, she is further north than I am. I worry that sending her this token of spring may have come too soon. [...]

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Living in the Quiet

I keep hearing people talk about silence between two people who love each other as a bad thing. I think it depends on context. If it was because too many things were left unsaid then yes. You’re right, that isn’t good. But see, in my future I see me standing there on the porch of [...]