It’s so curious:
one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief.
But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips from a drawer . . .
and everything collapses.
Unexpected thaws cause grief-hardened hearts to defrost . . . ice crystals pooling into puddles.
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