I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It’s always there, reminding you of what you’ve lost. What’s gone.

I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It’s always there, reminding you of what you’ve lost. What’s gone.

– Elizabeth Scott –

Heartbeat

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