• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 04
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Follow her along the ice,
she sings and speaks and nags as if her words never heard
by other, me, she; him?
I don't know.
I hide under her cloak, look up and see
nothing but pain.
Why? I wonder.
Lip curled, brow furrowed.
Cheeks red with frost.
Mama, I say; smile for me.
Not yet.