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7 November 2015

Acceptance…of it all

the pain, knowing it will be here forever,

the beauty, that Vaughn will never see, of a sun-lit vine and its restless shadow, entwining and shifting in the breeze,

my guilt, which is not rational but will nonetheless continue to live in the corners of my mind,

my uncomfortable anger and envy of everyone who still can hug all their children,

my relentless desire, to live…and laugh…despite it all