I saw someone looking through photographs today, stolen away and tucked between pages of her journal. She didn’t see me see her smile fall, see moistened eyes betray her sorrow, her nostalgia, her loss. Someone at home, her mother, her brother, a lover is missing her and her them and we all have given up so much to be here.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
why is it a new year if so little has changed?
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And those of us who love you cannot put into words how much we are impressed by your ongoing altruism. I am grateful to follow your struggle and perseverance so that maybe one day I can learn to be as courageous. Although simple words will not replace your priceless loss, I hope you know that your sacrifices will never be lost.
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