What Remains: In Touch
/Even years later, you can still feel a hand in yours, the weight of a hug, the absence where touch used to be. Touch is the most human language, and what remains is the ache for it, the ghost of warmth on skin.
Read MoreEven years later, you can still feel a hand in yours, the weight of a hug, the absence where touch used to be. Touch is the most human language, and what remains is the ache for it, the ghost of warmth on skin.
Read MoreTime doesn’t erase, it layers. We measure anniversaries of both presence and absence, holding space for both. What remains in time is the truth that grief and love never leave, they simply take new shapes.
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