this flows almost as a stream-of-consciousness piece, slipping between emotions, settings and imagery as seamless as a hot knife through snow.

the love lost line at the end certainly caught me off guard as the reader. as if a timeless masterpiece was painstakingly crafted only to have the artist make one last brushstroke of black across to leave the viewer reading into the abyss.

wonderfully done as always, @staceyjean, thank you for sharing.