Sunday, October 30, 2016

Ghost of Penelope from Pages in the Wind

But one day last year, she came back to me. It happened an afternoon last spring at the playground. Girls were giggling nearby, and I swung around expecting to find my sister. I stood still, feeling silly and light, my body tingling. We must have laughed all the time until something terrible happened to her and the laughter stopped. 

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