by Linda M. Crate let me change like autumn, transform into my prettiest colors; let everything dead fade away into the sky; bathe me in a golden sunset that could heal every broken thing in my soul. * * * Linda M. Crate (she/her) is a Pennsylvanian writer whose works you can find at her social media links:
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