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Written by
RENEE LOUISE
A decade of love; and the trauma that preceded it.
My son turned 10 this year. We’ve had a whole decade of loving this boy. And I’m eternally grateful for what we’ve witnessed, experienced...
The beauty of waking gently; a poem of momentary perfection.
I’m here, again. Unsure as to why. The barest hint of light surrounds me, grainy and not quite real yet. The world is quiet, though I can...
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