A Letter By Ronit Gesundheit
Love has called a meeting. Hand-written invitations were sent: Dear Despair, You rip me to shreds and tear me open. All I can do when you’re around is try to remain alive. Please, come sit at the sacred circle. Your attendance is so dear. You remind me to breath. Dear Grief, You humble me. Please, […]
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