tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68115380833850792972024-03-05T18:13:17.283-05:00suite 994Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comBlogger233125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-57205688242778599742021-05-09T21:44:00.006-04:002021-05-20T21:16:29.094-04:00mother's day 2021<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5UjVvj86LEX1FIbXmJJITfw1Y8KsusgSIHvJnn-f7tXHOCtKRCY6YY76Na1AQEqIuSrtIDh5LLdRigt6d6q49_ZRe5K4-wG5R_G_6A8S6GbxabyUm1gIKNWRkToAIsDtYA81cLXGDVK0/s750/FullSizeRender+4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="750" height="496" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5UjVvj86LEX1FIbXmJJITfw1Y8KsusgSIHvJnn-f7tXHOCtKRCY6YY76Na1AQEqIuSrtIDh5LLdRigt6d6q49_ZRe5K4-wG5R_G_6A8S6GbxabyUm1gIKNWRkToAIsDtYA81cLXGDVK0/w662-h496/FullSizeRender+4.jpg" width="662" /></a></div><br /><p>The immensity of his presence and his brother's absence.</p><p>Today is not an easy day. </p><p>Not for so many, and for all different reasons.</p><p>What i will say is TIME is precious. </p><p>I am lucky Leif is alive.</p><p>I am lucky to still be alive.</p><p>I have learned far too many lessons to live life—no matter how short or long it may be</p><p>in any other way than as fully as possible.</p>Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-39381151587231027942021-03-10T15:42:00.002-05:002021-03-10T15:44:56.189-05:00kindness<p>Before you know what kindness really is</p><p>you must lose things,</p><p>feel the future dissolve in a moment</p><p>like salt in a weakened broth.</p><p>What you held in your hand,</p><p>what you counted and carefully saved,</p><p>all this must go so you know</p><p>how desolate the landscape can be</p><p>between the regions of kindness.</p><p>How you ride and ride</p><p>thinking the bus will never stop,</p><p>the passengers eating maize and chicken</p><p>will stare out the window forever.</p><p><br /></p><p>Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,</p><p>you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho</p><p>lies dead by the side of the road.</p><p>You must see how this could be you,</p><p>how he too was someone</p><p>who journeyed through the night with plans</p><p>and the simple breath that kept him alive.</p><p><br /></p><p>Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,</p><p>you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.</p><p>You must wake up with sorrow.</p><p>You must speak to it till your voice</p><p>catches the thread of all sorrows</p><p>and you see the size of the cloth.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,</p><p>only kindness that ties your shoes</p><p>and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,</p><p>only kindness that raises its head</p><p>from the crowd of the world to say</p><p>It is I you have been looking for,</p><p>and then goes with you everywhere</p><p>like a shadow or a friend.<br /><br /></p><p>-Naomi Shihab Nye</p>Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-35262019307778590442020-12-25T11:50:00.001-05:002021-01-14T09:08:14.063-05:00always<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvNYka-bDpvRZrfLFKa0xFMHWykg3y7jWW9zmxXqiTrLBhypUyariboggz-Hr0JxFoUTilCc9eAJw88_DafgIlCON-cXuaVJhHsJZ6CDBRKwtx0Y_Tu1zEJdRzilbCx_zxKUNxGTmbVjP/s2048/Christmas+2020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="750" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAvNYka-bDpvRZrfLFKa0xFMHWykg3y7jWW9zmxXqiTrLBhypUyariboggz-Hr0JxFoUTilCc9eAJw88_DafgIlCON-cXuaVJhHsJZ6CDBRKwtx0Y_Tu1zEJdRzilbCx_zxKUNxGTmbVjP/s750/Christmas+2020.jpg" width="750" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-18432040340725775592020-08-06T23:12:00.021-04:002020-11-04T17:40:35.777-05:009 years<div><br /></div><div>He died 9 years ago. In my heart, I believe that he was holding on as much as I was fighting to keep him inside of me. He wasn't ready to leave my body. And suddenly, within less than a few hours from the doctor's last check-up, I developed a fever and i was told he had to come out. I remember the doctor's words <i>— There isn't anything more we can do</i>. It was seeing the end before the end. It was the most terrifying feeling in the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>In that moment, after all those days and nights of trying desperately to keep him inside my body and advocating for him, I just went quiet. I lost my voice, my strength and myself. I remember rubbing my tummy incessantly in concentrated circles trying to process "<i>the end before the end"</i>. I wondered if he knew something was wrong? Surely he felt my heart beating faster and faster. Surely he heard our pleads and cries, mine, his father's and his grandparents? Did he hear the words i whispered through my whole body over and over, "<i>i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."</i></div><div><br /></div><div>It was the most helpless feeling I have ever known in my whole life. I was given no choice, no option but to let him go and i couldn't do anything to stop it.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when he died, I never let go. Nine Augusts have past and i still haven't let go. I just like knowing that i'm going to always hold on to him, keep him close in any way that i can, until i go myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>This year, we did not get to do anything to remember him. I spent all of August 6 in the hospital where i received an acute lymphoblastic leukemia diagnosis. I've been in the hospital ever since. </div><div><br /></div><div>There are so many feelings in August. It's his month, his season. His. Always.</div><div><br /></div><div>*</div><div><br /></div><div>For Liam. I love you and miss you every single day. </div><div><br /></div><div>Love, Mommy</div>Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-34375088103871412572020-03-04T13:55:00.000-05:002020-04-19T13:06:35.486-04:00de tus padres - mexico 2020<br />
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Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-85104342242233915172020-01-18T08:11:00.000-05:002020-03-17T10:36:47.896-04:00leif turns 7 years old<br />
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Oh do you have time</div>
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for just a little while</div>
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out of your busy</div>
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and very important day</div>
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for the goldfinches</div>
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that have gathered</div>
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in a field of thistles</div>
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for a musical battle,</div>
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to see who can sing</div>
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the highest note,</div>
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or the lowest,</div>
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or the most expressive of mirth,</div>
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or the most tender?</div>
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Their strong, blunt beaks</div>
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drink the air</div>
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as they strive</div>
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not for your sake</div>
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and not for mine</div>
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and not for the sake of winning</div>
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it is a serious thing</div>
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just to be alive</div>
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on this fresh morning</div>
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in the broken world.</div>
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do not walk by</div>
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rather ridiculous performance.</div>
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It could mean something.</div>
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It could mean everything.</div>
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It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:</div>
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Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-61290791535852343142019-08-06T13:30:00.000-04:002019-09-13T09:21:32.764-04:008 years<br />
We love it here.<br />
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Leif says he wants to live in Vermont when he gets older,<br />
Oh my goodness he sounds just like me sometimes.<br />
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J and i have been coming to this spot since we met and before babies and<br />
when i was pregnant with Liam and after he died and now with Leif.<br />
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There are a lot of memories here and we are making more,<br />
Adding them to the others.<br />
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For Liam.<br />
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Every year is different and yet it is exactly the same.<br />
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I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.<br />
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―maya angelouTashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-91225652397022278252019-05-12T20:43:00.002-04:002019-05-16T08:00:19.878-04:00mother's day<br />
Liam. My firstborn. The boy who made me a mother.<br />
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<br />Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-37046531522935591572019-04-06T08:49:00.000-04:002019-05-12T20:44:22.982-04:00<br />
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Tonight, Leif is spending the night at his best friend's house. His first sleepover and the very<br />
first time he sleeps at another house. As we were preparing his overnight bag, he told me "mommy,<br />
i'm lucky!" and we really are. They are friends, but to us they are like family.</div>
Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-91760401973360836802019-03-06T09:27:00.000-05:002019-05-12T20:44:39.140-04:00memories of mexico 2019<br />
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<br />Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-36856077493034205812019-02-28T20:51:00.000-05:002019-03-03T21:02:14.890-05:00<br />
I washed the floors twice today, not knowing what to do with myself, really, my head is all<br />
over the place, as is my heart.<br />
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<br />Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-16681195380372017332019-01-24T21:27:00.001-05:002019-01-24T21:43:36.039-05:00the poet with his face in his hands<br />
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You want to cry aloud for your</div>
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mistakes. But to tell the truth the world</div>
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doesn’t need anymore of that sound.</div>
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So if you’re going to do it and can’t</div>
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stop yourself, if your pretty mouth can’t</div>
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hold it in, at least go by yourself across</div>
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the forty fields and the forty dark inclines</div>
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of rocks and water to the place where</div>
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the falls are flinging out their white sheets</div>
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like crazy, and there is a cave behind all that</div>
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jubilation and water fun and you can</div>
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stand there, under it, and roar all you</div>
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want and nothing will be disturbed; you can</div>
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drip with despair all afternoon and still,</div>
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on a green branch, its wings just lightly touched</div>
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by the passing foil of the water, the thrush,</div>
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puffing out its spotted breast, will sing</div>
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of the perfect, stone-hard beauty of everything.</div>
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—mary oliverTashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-28209482914602692912019-01-18T08:26:00.002-05:002019-05-13T05:48:39.358-04:00<div>
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There is none like you Leif, every morning, for 6 years now, you wake up with the sun ready to start your day, you are full of life and your delight is infectious, just like your smile, how often do strangers stop us to comment on your beau sourire and oh once you have the attention of another don't you do everything you can to get a laugh out of them and i know it makes you happier when they leave smiling themselves. </div>
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Leif at 6 you are wild and mischievous and emotional and open and i hope you keep letting it all shine out, love, you are making your mark Leif and this crazy world needs you and i am so thankful you are in it.</div>
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I love you Leif!</div>
Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-28701320104323876562019-01-17T17:44:00.000-05:002019-01-24T21:41:58.207-05:00when death comes<br />
When death comes<br />
like the hungry bear in autumn;<br />
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse<br />
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to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;<br />
when death comes<br />
like the measle pox;<br />
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when death comes<br />
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,<br />
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I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:<br />
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?<br />
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And therefore I look upon everything<br />
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,<br />
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,<br />
and I consider eternity as another possibility,<br />
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and I think of each life as a flower, as common<br />
as a field daisy, and as singular,<br />
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and each name a comfortable music in the mouth<br />
tending as all music does, toward silence,<br />
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and each body a lion of courage, and something<br />
precious to the earth.<br />
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When it’s over, I want to say: all my life<br />
I was a bride married to amazement.<br />
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.<br />
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When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder<br />
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.<br />
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened<br />
or full of argument.<br />
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I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.<br />
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—mary oliverTashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-18414323736225925412019-01-01T10:22:00.003-05:002019-01-17T17:45:16.481-05:00<div>
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I am thankful for friends who loved on Leif through the holidays. I must confess I was worried he would feel lonely or forgotten but those were my worries and mine alone and he did not. </div>
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As I write this, i am watching him dance and he is having a ball and i am laughing at the sight of him letting it all loose to Bruno Mars.</div>
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He is truly the greatest of all gifts.</div>
Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-31866956149578437622018-11-07T08:08:00.000-05:002019-01-05T09:37:44.259-05:00<br />
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Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but takes care of your<br />
soul, your well being, your heart and everything that's you.<br />
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—unknown author<br />
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You go on by doing the best you can. You go on by being generous. </div>
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You go on by being true. You go on by offering comfort to others</div>
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who can't go on. You go on by allowing the unbearable days to pass</div>
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and by allowing the pleasure in other days. You go on by finding a</div>
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channel for your love and another for your rage.</div>
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—cheryl strayedTashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-74592706202842883822018-08-05T06:59:00.002-04:002018-08-05T07:27:07.840-04:00See Me<br />
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Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-55005375628051493872018-07-20T08:01:00.000-04:002019-01-24T21:41:08.619-05:00serious reflection<br />
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The memories of these days seven years ago are so hard.</div>
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On this day seven years ago...<br />
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On this day, Liam was kicking and moving around in my belly.<br />
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He was growing perfectly perfect.<br />
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I was horizontal and desperately trying to keep him inside my body.</div>
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I am forever grateful for the medical and scientific advances that allowed me to keep Leif<br />
safe inside my body and bring him in alive and well. I am forever grateful for this incredible<br />
physician and human being. Leif is here because of her. She is very much a part of our family's<br />
story and we will never forget #OurDrBenjamin<br />
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<br />Tashhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078703799477411588noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811538083385079297.post-54948198100370107552018-06-24T08:38:00.002-04:002019-01-24T21:36:40.204-05:00notes for the everlost<br />
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That he was here at all made more love in the world. With him, there would have been more. </div>
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But without him, there would be less. I ache with this surplus. The ache is how I know it</div>
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exists. </div>
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—kate inglis (notes for the everlost)<br />
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