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When those moments we cannot ignore, happen upon our day, our hours, memories. We know in reflection they have meaning. That’s the sort of anguish we might feel. Always, will we want what wherewithal we might endure to let ourselves feel at peace. I remember how she did make me laugh, that’s tangible, no one…
About the Archivist
This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
What Crosses My Mind 