Monica: A twist of pink ribbon in a tangle of green foliage—a balloon tied to a pot of mini daffodils placed on a grave. I brought Michael to the cemetery to show him things I had found. We walked among gravestones holding hands and I knew our thoughts were the same. Both of us trying not to think about that inevitable end that awaits us all, but at the same time considering what the capstone of that end would look like: a stone, a tree, a piece of driftwood, something fashioned by his own hands, or nothing at all?
Evelyn: So many twists in my world—twist of faith, twist in events... then there are the things that hold life together—like twist ties (my other option) and better yet the ways in which we twist our world up... can you guess? One of my favorite P3 friends has dreads that can be envied. I am blown away by their length and form... and I got very curious about their nature. I love Freak!
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