Grief Means We Loved Fiercelyand If That Is All Anyone Ever Has To Say About Either One Of Us In The
Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best life.
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We spoke
We spoke of love and cities found,
Of buried gold deep underground,
How rivers sigh, when lost to sea,
Of whisky poured in cups of tea.
We spoke of art in Golden frames,
Of memories lost, forgotten names,
How shooting stars write wishes bright,
And shadows fade into the night.
We spoke of wolves and many things,
Of ticking clocks, and circus swings,
how crying doves fly up above,
But most of all we spoke of love.
- Michael Faudet
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“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”
— Katherine Henson