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Same Old Story
Kani goes on a hike down to the river
no-further-steps
Thursday. Kani wakes up at 3 pm in a jolt, tears welling in her eyes. "They aren't nightmares.", she'd told the therapist, after the minutes of uncomfortable silence finally gotten her to open her mouth."They're just - memories. They hurt because she's gone." "And how often do you get these - dreams?", the man had asked, in his soft patient voice. She hadn't answered. She wasn't sure if she could've, even if she'd wanted to. The days and weeks blurred together, still. |
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Same Old Story
Kani goes on a hike down to the river
no-further-steps
Thursday. Kani wakes up at 3 pm in a jolt, tears welling in her eyes. "They aren't nightmares.", she tells the therapist, after the minutes of uncomfortable silence finally get her to open her mouth."They're just - memories. They hurt because she's gone." "And how often do you get these - dreams?", the man asks, in his soft patient (stupid, stupid) voice. She doesn't answer. She isn't sure if she could, even if she wanted to. The days and weeks blur together, still. |
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Same Old Story
Kani goes on a hike down to the river
no-further-steps
Thursday. Kani wakes up at 3 pm in a jolt, tears welling in her eyes. "They aren't nightmares," she tells the therapist, after the minutes of uncomfortable silence finally get her to open her mouth."They're normal dreams, memories. They hurt because she's gone." "And how often do you get these - dreams?", the man asks, in his soft patient (stupid, stupid) voice. She doesn't answer. She isn't sure if she could, even if she wanted to. The days and weeks blur together, still. |
