The Lake Isle Of Innisfree
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Laura sits on the park bench and hates all the people who aren't dead. She finds it callous of them to eat ice cream in front of her, to buy balloons from the vendor at the corner. To breathe. She is ashamed of this element of self-pity, but one can only suffer so much. Her family's graves are still raw wounds in the dirt. It is strange to be ( Read more... )
Laura sits on the park bench and hates all the people who aren't dead. She finds it callous of them to eat ice cream in front of her, to buy balloons from the vendor at the corner. To breathe. She is ashamed of this element of self-pity, but one can only suffer so much. Her family's graves are still raw wounds in the dirt. It is strange to be ( Read more... )
You draw such a vivid portrait of Laura. Decisive and pragmatic, never sentimental, but not a machine.
This was just lovely -- I'm going now to look up your other pieces...
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