Beginning Jen Reid
O my holy God she said aloud as her breath escaped visible the cold shadow of the O that was her mouth and the new moon slivered its way out of the tree shadows and formed a halo of itself against the sky. All that she'd left behind all that she'd return to was absent in that air on a mountain in Butte, Montana and the stars, too, were making their way from the dark. |
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