She remembered that day as the worst day ever. Remembered it every year.
It used to start every night around 1am. I never really noticed the equilibrium of beauty and tragedy. I only cry that hard once in a while now. I think those good times felt even better because I had something so terrible to compare it to.
And now it's all lost, but 'God is still in the business of redemption'
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