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  <title>making sense of things</title>
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    <content>Writing, for me, has always been about grief and loss and sacrifice.  It was about sorting through things.  It was making sense of things.  And I always felt like devoting myself to it made those things manifest in my life.  The times when I was most prolific were also times of extreme grief&amp;#8230;</content>
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    <source>talesfrommidair - "Operation Favorite Me"</source>
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