Grief is love
that cannot find its way home.
It weeps, it dances, it collapses,
it rises again, clenches its fists,
and continues—
restless for a home it knows no longer exists...
One hundred days have passed...
And we, lovers without a home,
now know that the most painful memories
can sometimes be the happiest moments of the past.

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