Life plods on... gets harder, but still we fight for a leg up, for a glimmer of hope, for survival... Exhaustion, frustration...
Doors close, windows open, but where's the one that will lead us out of this darkness? WishBird, where have you flown?
Still, we find a way to enjoy each other and the bond we share. We still smile, laugh, love. i think that speaks volumes for us.
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