Phantom Garden (A Very Short Story)

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“There was once a woman who grew a flower for every scar that burned into her heart. She grew violets and roses, bougainvillea and lilies.”

— What happens when we don’t fully resolve our pain? How does grief hit back at us, shaking our bogus worlds?

Read Phantom Garden (my very short story on suppressed grief).

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