A life in erasable moments, loosely attached.

Sometimes all we need is the belief that one day we can be happy again, in a way that we were happy before, in ways that we can’t even conceive of yet. And that we can find our days full, our hearts full, our life full. So that we can be filled with gratitude for that fullness, and not be crippled by the sense of loss that now eats at us. 

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