50 days
October
I could not feel more lost or disoriented.
50 days have come and gone, oh how I miss her.
I keep listening for the garage door to open. I ask aloud, where are you……………silence is the only reply. I turn to my memories; I am so thankful for my photos. They are my memories now.
I could not feel more lost or disoriented.
50 days have come and gone, oh how I miss her.
I keep listening for the garage door to open. I ask aloud, where are you……………silence is the only reply. I turn to my memories; I am so thankful for my photos. They are my memories now.
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