Two years... since my favourite lost her favourite, and the littlest one - the miracle baby - lost his partner in crime. The answers never arrived, so we cleave to the mystery.
We lift our hands up to the sky - our questions in one palm and our pain in the other. We find a way to hold them both at once, because love is big enough to hold the paradox, the divine tension. This is our offering and our remembrance. The pieces of our shattered innocence.
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