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and the Day of All Souls. There are too many skeletons down there. People count too long on the
oblivion of children.
They’re deep in the corpselike collapse that takes hold of children when they are exhaustedbut still
he won’t risk going in to stand over the bed the way he once would have. He would see the usual things:
unraveled braids and the scraped shins hidden from his punishing antiseptics. Tonight he would also see
cheeks and eyelids stained bright yellow from marigold pollen. He’s spent a lifetime noticing small details
from a distance. From the doorway he smells the bitterness of crushed marigold petals on their skin.
There is a deeper draft of breath and they both move a little. Their long hair falls together across the
sheetthe colors blendingthe curled strands curving gently around the straight. He feels a constriction
around his heart that isn’t disease but pure simple painand he knows he would weep if he could. Not for
the river he can’t cross to reach his childrennot for distancebut the opposite. For how close together
these two areand how much they have to lose. How much they’ve already lost in their lives to come.
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Hallie’s Bones
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