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Jan 2018
The hardest part of letting go
is finding something else to hang onto.
Your hands are empty,
And they fight you,
wanting to curl back onto themselves.
So you open them wider
Here, you can see the sky
in the spaces between each finger
and the cold air lingers on your skin
like an invitation
Laura Slaathaug
Written by
Laura Slaathaug  North Dakota
(North Dakota)   
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