A neighbour lost her mother last night. She messaged me late last night, rather early in the morning, at around 2 AM to tell me, rather tell a lot of people, for it was one of those messages that could be pasted everywhere, a copy of mechanics, not mood. Have you ever thought what would happen if we did not have copy-paste and had to message all the neighbours, friends, acquaintances, and bank managers when a loved one dies? Can you imagine what would happen if we did not have copy-paste and had to type the link to that lithub story on a
Cannot seem to find the words (or the breath) to respond. What a fantastic piece. Thank you for writing this so all of us have something, anything that makes us realise it's a cycle and we are not mad for feeling what we are feeling.
Cannot seem to find the words (or the breath) to respond. What a fantastic piece. Thank you for writing this so all of us have something, anything that makes us realise it's a cycle and we are not mad for feeling what we are feeling.
Absolutely loved this.