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The unique loneliness of our grief 
It’s the one thing that both binds us 
and sets us apart
It’s also the one thing we can never escape
There can be no I’ll show you mine if you 
show me yours 
Yet, those who know, will always acknowledge 
it with a silent nod 
Tap into your grief and own it, like 
everything else that makes up your being
Then use the tools you have to ride the waves
Even if there's no one clapping or egging you on
You’ll still have the wind in your hair and 
the taste of the sea seeping into your pores
We all expect grief to drown us in it’s 
overwhelming capacity 
When perhaps it’s the one thing still keeping 
us alive

The Cloudcutter

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