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mageluna

  • Redemption

    From my creative writing class; belongs in a bigger piece of work, but this is all that's written Sometimes she would see their faces while she slept. It remained a ...

    • Short Story
    • Fantasy
    19 min read


Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson