Missing you

“I feel like an inadequate machine, a machine that breaks down at crucial moments, grinds to a dreadful halt, ‘won’t go,’ or, even worse, explodes in some innocent person’s face.” ― May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude Every morning I light a candle in front of three pictures of my late grandparents, and Brian and Aneta, my… Continue reading Missing you

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