Read this in a novel today

Hard as the first year is, harder still is what happens in all the years that follow, when part of you forgets for a moment here or there what you’ve lost, even as the rest knows that in your deepest bones you can never for a day, an hour, an instant, forget.

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  1. Helene, my dear old friend.

    Although there are many miles between us, I think of you often and of the many hours we spent together. I will cherish them and our friendship forever.

    Your friend always.


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