It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, y — Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
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It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.

— Kristina McMorris, Letters From Home
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