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I’m shivering inside.

This was a very brave write. You wrote it beautifully.

I was just going to say the story itself is horrid. And it is…

But is also something else. Is this forgiveness? Is it grief? Is it gratitude even?

The impacts. The impacts are so well articulated. And they are dried of venom.

Which to me, is the most incredible part. Because to me — whether this is a “true story” or not — the words here light up your loving kindness more then your tortured heart.

And that is unreal.

A gift.

Anna Present

How appropriate.