…it is a quiet gift hard to describe when you are permitted to be in the presence of as naked an emotion as grief and be allowed to document it.
…it is a quiet gift hard to describe when you are permitted to be in the presence of as naked an emotion as grief and be allowed to document it.
It was a deliberate exercise in counting one’s blessings while in the throes of the deepest grief a human can suffer.
to have a stranger’s door open, her mouth open, her broken heart open, her secrets shared, her soul laid a bit bare…
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