Here’s to you, Mom. You left in a swirl of confusion that you didn’t know how to tie up. You weren’t afforded the brevity you might have blossomed with. You loved the ways you knew how to love.
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Here’s to you, Mom. You left in a swirl of confusion that you didn’t know how to tie up. You weren’t afforded the brevity you might have blossomed with. You loved the ways you knew how to love.