The Gift of Grief
And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to live
Read more "The Gift of Grief"And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to live
Read more "The Gift of Grief"The golden leaves have fallen now— cracked and brown and dying, swirling in the autumn air that slips around me, sighing. All that’s left of a youthful dream, conceived in winter’s wait and born beneath the sun’s warm gaze when all the trees create. So soft—the pink and white unfolding— blossoms on the trees that […]
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