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“Grief is a ghost that visits without warning. It comers in the night and rips you from your sleep. It fills your chest with shards of glass. It interrupts you mid-laugh when you're at a party, chastising you that, just for a moment, you've forgotten. It haunts you until it becomes a part of you, shading you breath for breath.”

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Book:Between Two Kingdoms: A Memoir of a Life Interrupted
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