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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

52 Weeks

"...Memories of that day are both a blur, and horrifically clear. Writing them here, I remember the fear that consumed me. The reality one faces when losing their person. George was my person. I’d spent nearly my entire life with him. And still, 52 weeks later, I miss him to the depths of my soul..."

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