Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece. — R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece. — R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece. — R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece. — R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece. — R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
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Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.

— R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: In the darkest of moments...a sacrifice to end a life...a rescue to save a soul.
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