I gaze down at the trunk, at the pieces of my wife’s past, of mine. There are bits of my brother and patron. There are pieces of her first and really, only love. There are scraps of who I wanted to be, once
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You write beautifully, thoughts and feelings are conveyed with apparent ease. Wish it came as easy for me but, I'm glad I have friends with whom it does.
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You write beautifully, thoughts and feelings are conveyed with apparent ease. Wish it came as easy for me but, I'm glad I have friends with whom it does.
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