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The process. River flowing. Easy does it, but hammers fall and nails break. Relax, take a step back, plan. Moving, swimming, running yet no quitting.
Pieces of tattered photos laid across the floor, they were the jig jaw pieces of emotions from times gone by. A smile in that corner, where he gently wrapped his arm around her for the first time on that warm and fair July the Fourth, Always simply a light hearted fellow and never really taking most things seriously before jumping recklessly into the fray head first, it was clear to her that he would irrevocably be woven into the collage of her past year.
The end to an end, it doesn't always come up clear as the blue sky as people would love to envision it. Sometimes the beginnings of great stories often weave into the corners of final chapters of endings.