The icy blue lake
Took them, aged 11, 10, 8
We were just too late
Welcome to my world …
How does it work?
If you're comfortable answering, is this fiction, symbolism, or commentary on a real experience? Beautiful and moving either way.
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If you're comfortable answering, is this fiction, symbolism, or commentary on a real experience? Beautiful and moving either way.