Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time — Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time — Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time — Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time — Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time — Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
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Grief, as in everything, should be experienced in moderation. There is a time to grieve heavily but then there is a time to set it aside and become happy in life again.

— Aleksandra Layland, The Feathered Crown: A Windflower Saga Novella
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