The Girl
10November 2, 2019 by petrujviljoen
the height of the morning echoed in the aftermath of the dying day. a flash of heat, of light, one had to look away and one feared. it … it. it was. but for a short while. the interim dark. but…
the last of the girl
so intensely remembered –
saturated night
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petrujviljoen 
This reminds me of fitting in with Nov 2 as being the Day of the Dead and perhaps a celebration of remembrance?…
Didn’t think of that, but since you mention it …
Sad
Tragic.
❤️beautiful
Thanks.
Wow, that’s gonna stay with me for awhile! Scary.
Yeah. Thanks Nan.
Wow. Those last three lines. Hit me right between the eyes.
Did. Me too. Alas.