this is a weekly feature in which i select ten phenomenal literature deviations that have recently caught my eye. if you have been featured, please :+fav: this journal and read the other works. now, onto the main event—
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"She loved him past the day the cancer tore the fat from his bones. Past the day the ghosts began to hang themselves like beautiful chandeliers from the bedposts, calling softly as sylphs, gentle air gods and goddesses helping him grow accustomed to the light, and his eyes opened wide as if he saw into the whole pacific universe all at once."
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""What do you know about grief?" Annie-Lynn sne