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In February,
January's hopes and dreams
die — until next year.
About the Creator
Em Lark
A dyslexic girly, bestowed with occasional bouts of inspiration.
There is a Thin Line Between Tears of Sorrow and Tears of Joy
I remember when my mother passed away. After the tears from the initial shock, our family sat in the living room and shared memories. We talked about her love and compassion toward others, the lessons she taught us about honesty, and how she taught us the importance of respecting ourselves and others. Then we started sharing memories that made us smile and eventually, each of us began to relax and tell stories that made us laugh.
By Brenda Mahler7 days ago in Humor
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Every. Damn. Year. Lol
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