Through the Eyes of a Friend

I’m nearing the end of writing my book and it’s bittersweet. On the one hand, it will be nice to be done because every time I write I think of Lissa and get sad. On the other hand, it will be had to stop because every time I write I think of Lissa and remember. And remembering is always good. Even if it’s hard.

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