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Memories didn’t live on streets or in cities. They flowed in the blood, pulsed with your heartbeat.
Grief was like a rain cloud; sooner or later, if you were patient, it moved on. All she had to do was keep breathing.…
It reminded her that however much life changed, a part of it stayed the same. Family.
Love can get us through the hardest times. It can also be our hardest times.
A broken heart heals. Like every wound, there’s a scar, a memory, but it fades.
