How Does Life Return?
The day Grayson died, my innards dried up like a raisin. The moisture that once lubricated my life and kept everything rolling—even amid mass chaos—simply evaporated, taking with it my thoughts, my voice, and mainly…my words. Even if I had known what I was feeling in those following days…weeks…months…there were simply no words left to […]
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