A Fine Coat

Grief is a tailor. Each garment made to suit, buttons attached each year, hems altered, seams made strong by threads of time, pockets lined with truth.   Grief takes threads of every color in and out. Rage-red borders blend flecks of gold. It makes a fine coat so soft to the touch.   How surprising.... Continue Reading →

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