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to love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be by heidi priebe
this is me letting you go by heidi priebe
As long as there is love, there will be grief. The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the half-finished bottle of wine we pour out, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, āLove was here.ā In the finer print, quietly, āLove still is.ā
Heidi Priebe
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Illustration by Sophie Lucido Johnson
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The Raincoat, Ada Limon
āThe Thing Isā by Ellen Bass
For Janet, at the New Year by Ellen Bass
i like to think that one day you will come back to me like forgetting a book you were reading and turning back to our chapter we never got to completing
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Lives of Game Animals, Volume 3. 1927. Written and illustrated by Ernest Thompson Seton.
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