The Moya View
Mourning MomShe would be in her nineties now,cracks threading her voice,a shadow settling her face.No need to push her memories aside,or resist faint ailmentsthat echo in me.She would be alive.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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I can relate to this…
Beautiful 🌹
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