Walking among the living

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Last year, the love of my life went on a journey. A door of glass opened, and he walked through as gently as a mother’s whisper.

Since then, life has been fragmentary. More and more, the bits of my memory have been parceled out, passing from my subconscious into the light of day.

One day, if the gods are are good, I will walk with him again. My soul yearns for him.

But for now, we carry on. “Live your life,” he told me. “Have it be a good one.”

I hope he sees my efforts, and smiles.

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