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sometimes the grief washes over, picks up, carries me as an ocean or a river current....
it grips the heart with the intensity of the first couple of weeks, and pours out through the eyes.
with one blow, like breaking a dam, it destroys balance and seeming well-being, leaving nothing but over-consuming sense of a loss and loneliness.
it grips the heart with the intensity of the first couple of weeks, and pours out through the eyes.
with one blow, like breaking a dam, it destroys balance and seeming well-being, leaving nothing but over-consuming sense of a loss and loneliness.
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