Magnolia

The sun lit that July morning in hues that said nothing ugly or painful could possibly exist in a world where he lived.  Where he loved me.  And it was as I passed the magnolia tree on the corner – the one that had since shed my favourite blooms – that I first realised I was hopelessly, gloriously lost to him.  Forever.

KW

 

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