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[mud_faerie]

This just made me weep a bit

"You're my rock," she said, not long before the end. But she had to say goodbye to me. Neither of us thought this was possible. We had loved each other dearly, deeply, always. When she was in her 70s, and I in my 40s, we would walk along the village road hand in hand. She had put up with all my adolescent hatred, my

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[bananamanreject]

I really liked that article a lot, even though it filled me with enormous dread. xxx

[mud_faerie]

Yes, same! Xx