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"And Silence, like a poultice, comes to heal the blows of sound." - Oliver Wendell Holmes
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February 03, 2012
Bury
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I loved that when you were tired and defeated, you buried your head in my bosom while I stroke your hair. It was one of my favorite things to do.
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