Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
this is such a painful loss. my heart is broken.
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“The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the
things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink
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