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hey you guys, i just wanted to put out there that the finiteness of man is truly our worst and our best. i was talking to my husband yesterday about how i don’t really miss him in the same way that i used to and i think that is because i always know he is coming back or that he will be at home when i get back, that there will always be that - until there won’t, one day, and how crushing is that going to be?
anyway, i was dwelling on that, and these big things that we grapple with, everyone else is also going through them. there is so much to hold, and everyone has to hold it.
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