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Oct 2015
Ever since my Father died, I have felt a lack of awe.
I stare out before me and feel close to nothing.
I want to fix this but I'm not sure how or if there is anything tangible to "fix".
I have dreams where I see his face so clearly- I see his life laid out in layers and I try my hardest to piece it all back together but I'm too slow at the pace.
I am trying to understand what this world means without you.
It is perhaps the hardest thing I've had to do.
Terra Lopez
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Terra Lopez  oakland, ca
(oakland, ca)   
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