I liked holding Davids hand, though. That part-the snow dampening my face, letting my tears mix without anyone seeing, his fingers snug in mine-that was nice. His hand was heavier than I would have guessed. More solid. Like he could keep me from flying away.
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About Julie Buxbaum, What to Say Next
Julie Buxbaum, What to Say Next.
Themes
- Death — Contemplations on mortality, loss, and the legacy we leave