We say it's bereavement.
That's over now, and it was possible, in fact, finish, not to remain trapped in the absence of an end-on threshold-haunted by ghosts.
His dreams have taken soft colors and warm where she gets caught, rocked the night there as a calming, something that reassures, though probably nothing has really changed except the removal pictures, them -wracking.
And then one day as if suddenly rupture, initially imperceptible, and it would last another day. In the house there as a diffuse, almost a very light and sweet fragrance filing its trace in the atmosphere.
Perhaps also the history of chocolates, books and dresses, you never know. It seems that everything ends up kissing, united by the same feeling as in red-red and deep calm.
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