Never fails to astonish me - how reorganizing things can stir up so many memories, feelings. Rediscovering ancient letters, suddenly coming upon a bit of familiar handwriting belonging to someone long gone, hearing voices calling from decades & decades past.
My heart feels likes it's been pierced, over & over. Not in a violent manner, but as I would a gorgeous piece of shoulder roast - to let the meat soak up the seasonings, the marinade. To tenderize, not to wound.
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