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The woman could find the bright side of a burnt piece of toast.
Fred’s
Grief was love with nowhere to go. He often
From that day on he realized it was possible to grieve a living person.
Albert snored loudly and let out a chuckle. What a blessing sleep could be sometimes, a merciful relief from dementia, from pain, from grief. A brief holiday where there were no suitcases full of burdens to carry. In dreams you could forget that you didn’t remember, and remember those who were no longer there.
Memories were lonely on their
When she had gone, a familiar heaviness settled upon him. The deposit box of guilt had cracked open: he would either have to come clean or get a bigger box. He tried burying
