I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories whic — Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
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I know this: there is no sense to grief. There is no pattern or shape or texture, and there are no books or stories which can lessen the pain at losing a person you have loved, and will always love. There are no rules, with loss.

— Susan Fletcher, The Silver Dark Sea
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