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“When it's my time to go, I will not go to the bright place above, Nor the dark place below. The Rainbow Bridge is calling. I'll go to be with fur and claw, With hoof and tail and feathers. And sometimes, wings. They are the ones who love.”

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Vera Nazarian
Vera Nazarian

Vera Nazarian is an American writer born on May 25, 1966. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and essays. She explores diverse themes such as history, culture, love, and human nature in her writing. more

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Grief And LossDeath Of A Loved One
Book:Acts of God
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