Wish I had the answer to this question.  What next?  I've had enough emotion this year, to make every small detail of my life seem like a monumental instance and every choice the most important decision of my life.

Time passes.  Things sometimes get better, things sometimes get worse.  The world still sits, moves, and breathes.  You still sit, move, and breathe.  Now for re-creation of spirit.  We are waiting.

Love is infinitely vulnerable...so much that when you rip love, what comes out of the tear is more love.

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This will always be what I compare my mother too.

She is Wonder Woman.

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Can we imagine a new life?

Missing Lori, right now.  Miss the comfort of being alone and being able to be sad, without judgement.  Being able to try to wring what is good out of my life and focus on that.  Instead of how I  feel right now.  It is better to feel alone when you are alone, then feel alone when you are right next to people.

What next, where to, how will I weather my current storm?

Every moment becomes a complicated string of emotion, as history and past builds.  When the slate becomes blank, it fills it self up much too quickly.  Trying to walk a good path, sometimes things go a little askew.  Clarity is something set to the side, if it was ever a part of the process in the first place.  I forget myself and still am moving forward. How does this occur?

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