I measure your absence in degrees Fahrenheit, in feet of snow, in inches of ice. Come spring, when the world has thawed and the sun has crept into every shadow, I will measure my freedom in lilac blossoms and deep, unfettered breaths.
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Christine Hanolsy 
I’m quite overwhelmed. Such yearning. Such passion.
I shall now retire to a quiet corner and sob a little.
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Wow. So good it hurts.
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Good grief, Christine, the longing in this piece.
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Every word of this paints the most beautiful of pictures. Loved it ❤
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So carefully crafted. The first line gives this a sinister feel, and the tension increases as the speaker waits for spring, certain freedom, for all shadows to be cleared by the sun. (Lilac blossoms, yes please.)
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“sun has crept into very shadow” – lovely images!
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