In Memory Of A Woman I Loved
Dan Moore
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Tomorrow is the fourth anniversary of my sister’s death. That means I may be seeing everything through a veil of loss, but the following words resonated deeply with me: “[I]’ve also learned that life is finite, and fragile, and that happiness is a product of practice.” That’s been my lesson. Thank you for articulating it and for the lovely, emotional piece.

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