Lost in her reveries, hearing his name uttered brought her back to reality. Like a turtle from its shell, she emerged, yet still dazed. Diana gazed at the perfection of the garlands at Steven’s grave. Embraced by the mist surrounding the memorial built for the service, she felt only melancholy. Diana wished she could disappear into thin air and vanish like a ghost away from the altar. All she could think of was the last morning they spent together. Diana clutched her pearls as silent tears streamed down her face, knowing her future wouldn’t be as they had previously planned.

Such a soft and beautiful poem
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Oh, this is such a tender poem, Susi.
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Thank you, Sara! 😌
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A very touching story, Susi.
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Thanks so much, Eugenia!
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You’re welcome, Susi!
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You got me wrapped up in this little vignette!
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Not in a bad way, I hope?!?
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Emotional story ❤️
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Thank you for saying, Diana! I’m glad I could bring that across. <3
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💞💯
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A very moving story Susi.
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Thank you so much, Sadje! I think grief is one of the hardest to get over.
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It tests us to the limit
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Yes, it does. And at the most inappropriate times.
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😉
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