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By: Marie Kriedman In the immediate days following the miscarriage of our daughter, my husband and I were in a minefield of grief. We were in shock, still trying to understand how our life had taken such a turn, and we felt deeply overwhelmed. We needed a breather from caring for our children, so we stepped outside for a quick break. The weather matched our mood. The sky was black, and a storm was blowing in quickly. And amazingly, unfathomably, there was one solitary pink cloud…
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One Sweet Day
By: RaeAnne Fredrickson One sweet day, I will close my eyes here for the last time, and open them there for the first. …
Goodnight Sweetheart, Goodnight
By: Kathy Gardner he’s breathing so softly so deeply so gently or is that me? the space between us has dissolved and i can’t tell…
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