There had been no slack of grief, no veiled sighs, just an oppressive bare emotion and after months, she was still held hostage by it. Any pockets of happiness, sympathetic words wrapped in hugs only quelled the sorrow for a short time. She’d been there before and at that happening, it was long expected. Each gathering now tried to reach the blissful heights of months before, but seemed unattainable.
The Bag Lady 
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