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Grief is the Ocean
Some days, it is a whispering tide,
brushing my feet with memories,
cool and fleeting,
a sadness that lingers but lets me breathe.
Terry
Jan 181 min read
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For Grandma, Our Sunshine ❤️
A heart of gold, pure as light,
You’ve always been our shining guide.
Through every moment, you’ve shown the way
Terry
Oct 22, 20241 min read
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