#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025

Historical Setting: 793 C.E. Mooring at Bergenshalvoyen Grief left me longing for familiar touch and fragrances of once love– the precious belonging. All the years I shared with Ana leave me grieving in a way that isn’t resolved simply by replacing the closeness of loved ones with new people. The hardest thing to accept areContinue reading “#68.1, Thursday, May 1, 2025”