THE WIND PHONE
How I Grew to Love Crows in The Cemetery
Navigating grief without a road map, I began to collect feathers
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5 min readApr 29, 2024
It was on my brother’s grave I realized how sharp blades of grass can feel. There I lay, the grass itchy and damp. I had to be the strangest person in the world. Who becomes so obsessed with a loved one that they lie above them, crying…