"Grief, I've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go."
― Unknown.
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Serendipity | Poetry + Prose
Random*updates on Monday, Wednesday and Friday!* Serendipity (n.) Finding something good without looking for it. [ a collection of poetry, prose and everything in between that have touched my heart. ]
