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The Fifth Day of Griefmas: Looking Outward Through the Veil of Grief - Dark Little Critter
“Watcha watching?” asks my imaginary raccoon, and she hops up on to the armrest of my chair. “Hey, Critter,” I say. I reach up to scratch behind her ear, lean over and sniff her dry, dusty head, and then lay my hands back on my keyboard. “I’m watching a clip on YouTube,” I explain. I … Continue reading The Fifth Day of Griefmas: Looking Outward Through the Veil of Grief →