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A Lasting Relationship That Will Never Die

A woman mourns the memory of a close friend who passed unexpectedly

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EEarly last fall, when the leaves began to change colors, I started to feel like I was drifting into the first waves of depression. It was an acute feeling, a knowing, made only worse by sitting still at home every day, pondering my thoughts.




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