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The death of a beloved is an amputation. C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed There’s
The death of a beloved is an amputation. C. S. Lewis, A Grief Observed There’s
My friend J____, Your words leave me grasping for words that don’t smack of
Spring, 2013 The sun is warming up the day, and my boy sits next to
What You’re Saying…