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Here are my posts on life, loss, and everything in between.
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In a field of dandelions
I told her I wanted a picture with her and Sabre in the field.
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An appreciation of the film ‘Her’
“Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.”
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Sometimes the things we love will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway?
I forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. I see you, tender even on your hardest days.
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Christmas in Beijing
It turns out my amazing friends in Beijing won’t allow me to have Christmas pass without some celebration.
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Brown Suede Gloves
When we were little kids, on Christmas eve, she knocked on my door and smugly said, “Hey Kimily, Santa isn’t real.” I sat up in my bed, annoyed that she would say that “of course he is!” I defended.
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One year.
I will never forget the way my dad spoke those three words.
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Kimberly Hetherington 