The Moya View
Before My Memory BeganFixed between tide and sand,black hair, dress blown by the wave.She runs when the foamturns her dress white—leaving me cursed withremembering it all—a mother in painturning toward the wall.
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JONATHAN MOYA
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I have a friend losing a mother right now. It’s so painful, I have no words besides to be present and weep with him
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