Grief is the price of love The reaper comes when we least expect; icy hands take hold of the one we love. The face narrows, bones protrude from the skin, smile dims as pain takes its command. I smell the…
Documenting the Human Experience
Grief is the price of love The reaper comes when we least expect; icy hands take hold of the one we love. The face narrows, bones protrude from the skin, smile dims as pain takes its command. I smell the…