[fiction by TERESE SVOBODA]
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I have heard not one word from my father or sisters. If not visit, they could at least make time in a dream or in a thought that I haven't already turned over.

A lark comes to sit at my side to make noise at the ducks. My second sister transformed?








More fiction by Terese Svoboda is featured in [C.], an anthology of Stamp Stories from MLP.







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