My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
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My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.

— Alice Hoffman, Green Angel
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