I’d poured everything into nothing, so
it was no wonder when I couldn’t recognize
my own image in the frost. I shrouded
myself in heavy black linen and hoped
passersby wouldn’t hear the echo of my hollow
breathing. The wind still bit at my fingertips.
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C. Brown has a love for dogs, poetry, science fiction, and travel, in that order. She self-published her first book, I Created Galaxies for You, in 2016. She blogs frequently at www.breathingthewords.com and has an active Twitter account at @WriteCBrown. At any given time, she has at least two writing projects in the works.
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Wonderful.
Thank you!