Lattice crust, whipped cream,
Gleaming fruit spills from the sides
A fly in the pie
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J. Otis Haas
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There are mornings when the weight of the past feels like a thick fog. After everything I have survived—the battles with health, the quiet halls of loss, and the echoes of a life I had to leave behind—I found that my greatest fear wasn't the noise, but the silence. I was afraid that if I stopped talking, I would disappear.
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