The dog grows old, the fledgling you rescued dies anyways,the water dries up, the crops (the dreams) you planted turn to dust. It was not supposed to be this way. (This breaks my heart.)Or maybe this is exactly how it was supposed to be.(And this breaks my heart even more.) And yet; The sun rises –again,again,again,even though,…
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About Tiny Ferocious Things
You will break. But oh, you will also heal. Molly Senecal writes on grief, suicide, loss, and social issues. Her works include a variety of writing styles from flash nonfiction, poetry, essays, and reaction pieces. As a deaf woman, she draws from the extraordinarily descriptive and conceptual nature of sign language to color her work.…
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