I dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
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I dug my hands into the garden soil yesterday and thought - how lucky are we to have our hardest month of grief in the most rejuvenating time of year. Sunshine, crisp breeze, buzz of bees, goosebumps.
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