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Postcard from an unraveling – Part 4

“Now, I was someone who could weather any storm and hold back the very ocean with a dam that would never collapse. I needn’t fear the weight of water. I would never collapse under it again.

And then my friend died.”

My oldest friend died on March 30^th.

It was a Saturday. The sun was out. It wasn’t a blue-sky day, but it was warm enough to not wear a coat f…