Letters to Lost Loved Ones – Part 4 Dear Wayne, August 9th used to mean something to me. Something horrible, terrible, incredibly sad. But last year, it came and went like any other day. I forgot that it wasn’t any other day. A…

Words used to come so effortlessly when I sat down to write. In the past couple of years, it felt like the well had run dry.

But with some recent digging, I’ve discovered a new well, and the words are flowing again:

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