Blossom

Grief heals, poorly. So the pain comes and goes, and comes, and goes. And sometimes you catch it, the pain blossoms out, and you gasp.

When you have so many memories of someone

I was reminded of him because of this article about the evolutionary trafficking between land and ocean. Obviously.

It’s a good article.

But if you have any deceased friends with whom you shared happy moments involving manatees, you might want to steel yourself.

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