Grieving is like the receding tide
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I don't know if you've ever spent much time at the beach - a real beach, not the side of a pond or swamp. The "work" of grieving is like the receding tide. At first you don't see any progress, and your "shore" is just buffetted by endless large waves of grief. They toss rocks at you, and slither the sand out from
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