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We proclaimed our love with the frequency of certain birds during long migrations, checking in every few seconds because the world is big and the sky bigger. One day I said I love you and heard silence in return. Now I sense I’m headed north toward a cold dark winter.
Duncan Whitmire lives and writes in southern New Hampshire, where he works at a school for children with disabilities. Fiction of his has appeared in such journals as Flashquake, Dispatch Lita-Review, 34th Parallel and 322 Review. Please visit his website at www.duncanwhitmire.com.
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