when grief bleeds out measure of Time may dally- this seems, to the naked eye depressants are but tuneless air in the snow- chills from dogma’s speech
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
when grief bleeds out measure of Time may dally- this seems, to the naked eye depressants are but tuneless air in the snow- chills from dogma’s speech
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Complex grief is the terminology I’d use to describe my 2023. That year I was in a bad car accident, my ovarian cysts caused me to bleed for three months, my mother was diagnosed with stage four cancer and passed away within six months, I was sexually assaulted at a spa, my two-year relationship ended,…
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