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Not Buried to Be Forgotten: “What I Buried in the Orchard” — New on Wattpad

A new short story is live on Wattpad — written just for the page, fresh words, not from the books.

“On the last night of October, I buried the letters in the orchard behind my mother’s house, where nothing has bloomed in eleven years.”

Some things are not buried to be forgotten. Some things are buried so your hands are finally empty enough to hold what comes next. “What I Buried in the Orchard” is a standalone flash story about grief, letting go, and the quiet knock that comes from beneath the soil.

Read it free on Wattpad: What I Buried in the Orchard

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