Summer begins. Two and a half months to dance, swim and hang with friends before college. But this isn’t a typical summer. I spend most days alone or with my old, beloved mutt Raisin, poring through condolence letters, writing in my journal, wandering aimlessly around the house. My feet barely touch the ground. A hazy escape from reality…
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