grief
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast;Man never Is, but always To be blest:The soul, uneasy and confin’d from home,Rests and expatiates on a life to come. ~Alexander Pope from An Essay On Man, Epistle 1, 1733 This quote has languished at the head of an otherwise-empty, drafted blog post for more than 9 years.
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Written May 23rd, 2023 He was the most beautiful escape. In a vortex of recovery and growth and inner work and stumbling and scrounging and healing and looking all about me frantically to get my bearings, he became a central point, a post onto which I could fix my gaze and all my attention. For
The Journey 