Dead Flowers

Photo by Javardh on Unsplash

I was only six years old when my cousin died in a car crash a week shy of her fifteenth birthday.

“It smells like death.” I was seven years old when I said these words to my mother. We were walking on Main Street, in our small hometown, on a sunny summer day. It was a quaint setting, yet this sentence came out of my mouth. We were passing in front of a picturesque Victorian…

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Nathalie O.

Nathalie O.

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Fascinated by the 1960s-70s. Love music. Obsessed with The Band. Bob Dylan. Joni Mitchell. Stones. Beatles. Neil Young. Aspiring writer and compulsive reader.