“My grief lies all within,
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul”
William Shakespeare
And these external manners of lament
Are merely shadows to the unseen grief
That swells with silence in the tortured soul”
William Shakespeare
Fleeting, life goes on, as it should with silly joyful moments and quiet ones that pass without a thought. And, then Ana comes back to my heart's memory...and I crumble all over again. I remember cradling her lifeless little body, still warm from her mother's womb. I kissed her little tiny, tiny hands...six years should ease the pain and yet, somehow, it's worse this year.
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