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Jan 16
Maybe love had borders. Maybe love forged grief. Maybe love forged grief so it could broaden its being. And maybe after its creation, Love would never have borders ever again.
Dwelling on a past year of grief and enduring it with some hope and stoicism
J J Wilson
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J J Wilson  32/M/Austin, Texas
(32/M/Austin, Texas)   
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