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Bonding
Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor.
A photo of their
wedding day lay bare between her feet.
She felt its nakedness warping it
gently in the soft breeze breeze,
blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was
an omen. She painstakingly collected
all the pieces, and meticulously
joined them together with superglue.
Once again the photo was vacuumed
away from the sands of time.
The bonding though, looked as though it was
disintegrating.
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Teddy Kimathi
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