A Season of Stories

Things I wish I said...

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Then you begin, slowly, to read the whole story.

— from Breakage by Mary Oliver

Dear Joanne the letter began.

I put the flimsy paper down on the laminate tabletop, the pages fluttering a little in the breeze coming through the open window. It was the tail end of winter. I was shivering but I liked the cold wind on my sk…