When someone is abruptly gone it doesn’t matter how long you stare down the road, waiting for her to reappear. She’s never coming back. And no matter how many times a day you’re hit with that reality, the pain is knife-sharp. Every single time.
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We never know for sure someone else’s migration habits. But what we do know is that we can make our own nests fluffy and strong and pliable, perched high enough to make it easy to watch all the comings and goings. xoxo
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Dear Melodye,
Just saw this comment and am saddened I never responded to your kind reply. Please know it was an oversight and that I appreciate you and this.
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