Day 14, off prompt:
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Nothing hides
yesterday’s sins like
nostalgia. Nothing
rewrites the memories
of things seen
like the desire to
forget, the ineluctable wish
to untether oneself
from the burdens of grief,
and the weight of things lost.
For the daughter
kneeling here, oblivious
of the paths that we have trod
we wish peace, that the things
which weigh us down may cease.