Dynamic pages

I hold the manuscript of her book, as I walk out of the graveyard after her funeral. 

“The story has not ended. I find new meaning in every word, as the characters unfold and express their deepest selves.” Her words on the last call pierce my psyche.

Am I one of the characters? Our relationship has seen so many peaks and troughs. I look at the manuscript in hand. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It will wax and wane many times, as I glide through the pages. My eyes will cast a shadow on some, and highlight some chapters. I’ll change the color of ink to project characters in different ways. It was not only her life. I’ve been a part of it.

What can I do to stop myself …. Stop myself from altering the story to suit my ego?

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