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A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 29

   And he let go.  I watched his face as I fell, emotionless, soulless. Not the man I once knew. Not the man I loved. His eyes of ice, regarding me as a lost puppy or burning bush as my legs and arms flailed helplessly through the air, forever lost to the possibilities of what … Continue reading A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 29