The Grieving SeasonTuesday, September 15, 2015
The temperature has begun to change, and once again memories of Beatrix's short life are set into motion in my mind. There's a repetition of the grieving season which is triggered when the first red hued leaves show up at the edges of the forest.
now the anticipation of chilly weather has a dark stain-- winter was cold, but her tiny body was much colder than any snow could ever be.
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