Grief is a funny business.
It can overwhelm in waves,
taint days with shame.
And loss.
Sometimes it sits
just below the edge of consciousness,
doesn't get in the way too much.
Op-shops and grief go together.
Places for perfectly good things that nobody knows quite how to deal with.
Absence transforms into treasure.
I found twenty different linen and lawn handkerchiefs.
I surrender.
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