In Memory Of The Girl Who Spun Fire

I know I’ve talked about death before in past posts like this oneand this one.   When I do it’s because it hits close to home. These were LAM sisters I knew & had met.

I’m getting sick of the losses. In fact, after 12 years I stopped counting because it was too painful & I knew too many women.

I hate this disease so much & how it not only robs breath, but so many other things. It cheats & steals.

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