Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore. — Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
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Grief was an ocean. We were sitting in the middle of it on makeshift life rafts, never knowing if we’d make it to shore.

— Lilliana Anderson, One More Thing
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The soul's tears are worth more than the heart's smiles. — Matshona Dhliwayo
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