I balled up my grief between my hands, like snow, until the cold settled into my bones. I imagined I could hear your voice calling me into the house.
My fingers opened; I left my sorrow under the junipers, waiting for spring.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Good place for it.
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Gorgeous, as always, my friend. Love that you created the snowball, as opposed to having a round object already prepared for the prompt.
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I can feel the sadness. Nice job!
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So sad – but so relatable…
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…and by then it will have turned into flowers š
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I know this feeling all too well..
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This feels so familiar — it’s gorgeous.
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I love this so much.
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Bet those fingers were hurting from the cold of that sorrow too.
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