Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems. From where I stand.

Missing You

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Snow on black-barked trees —
I stare into the cold night
wrapped in your absence.

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. And there's always a story.

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