Sometimes, we forget our words. Sometimes, we don’t remember how to mourn. Silence stands between us, a leviathan of unspoken grief. We linger in its shadow, waiting for the delicate whisper of rain.
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Christine Hanolsy 
Yes rain plz. I love the image of grief as a looming shadow, something that shouldn’t feel heavy but is.
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This could be micropoetry. Lovely and tragic.
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Beautiful piece, Christine! I can’t even give any criticism I loved it so much ❤
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“delicate whisper of rain.” Lovely, tragic, all at once.
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I liked how quiet the prose felt.
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Beautifully written; I can see silence as that elephant in the room.
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That’s exactly what I was going for!
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I’d say the delicate whisper of rain is just about the thing you guys need right now…
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That may have been on my mind…
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This is beautiful. I am experiencing loss today as I learned of a dear friend passing this morning.
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Oh no. I’m so sorry.
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Thank you. She was a wonderful lady.
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