"People go missing all the time - I lost myself just the other day. Saw a woman on the train last week too who turned herself into a trail of gingerbread crumbs so her daughter could find her, and before she did the birds had all but pecked her clean."
They shrugged, as if this were nothing.
"Sometimes it's kinder when there's no body. Nothing worse than waking up next to a missing thing when no one will believe you that it's lost."
"That doesn't mean we stop looking for them."
"Perhaps not. But not all lost things want to be found again. How can you be so sure yours does?"
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All Things Lost
Poetry"People go missing all the time - I lost myself just the other day. Saw a woman on the train last week too who turned herself into a trail of gingerbread crumbs so her daughter could find her, and before she did the birds had all but pecked her clea...
