I wanted to be stone. Stone doesn't hurt. It's safe.
But life isn't like that.
It's more like the seasons. It gets colder and everything freezes. It changes slowly to spring. Small blades of grass poke through fallen snow.
Even as the cold winds blow buds appear in the trees.
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Listen to the Casual Reply: A Collection of Short stories
RomanceA collection of stories of what was love, what might have been, what still could be
