March 13, 2020
I clenched my shawl
tightly
at my breast
my fingers
grasping the fringe
frayed threads
hanging
on the edge
taking deep breaths
winnowing what remained
from all that was ripped away
Common Threads 
This is hauntingly sad and yet I am comforted to know that the old fabric spoke to your heart. I hope you continue to find comfort amidst your loss.
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