![]() Three of TwelveA Story by WhyThe third moon marks the start of Spring and her birth. If you haven’t figured it out by now, this tale revolves around a woman, and this would be the time to tell you of her. But in this turning, the Earth came to cast her shadow upon the skies. An eclipse interrupts my tale to remind me of something. In all the years we shared, never could I describe her. In the place where words spring forth, a blank space always formed. Heeding the signs then, I’ll refrain from once more reaching beyond my grasp, and say just this: if ever you’ve known me to be wise, honest or kind, know that in every way my genius shines, hers eclipsed mine. So now that we face each other in opposition, I lament in thirds this truth I’ve learned: The truth that the sands of time warp all they touch. The truth that every drop ends its fall. The truth that memory screams against both those lies.
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