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[heknowsme]

the air is tinged with scents of coffee and woodsmoke, but i am breathing love. our house is quaint and small, brimming today with laughter and music and the kind of honest contentment that can only exist when sculpted by a Master (i am filled with awe at the beauty of His art, this product of grief's heavy hammer and a chisel of the sweetest joy

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[ducknamedgeorge]

wow.