echoes

With permission I’m reblogging sheri’s post. Her words hit me hard; so much agony, so much truth.

Echoes are memories; echoes of any sort can make us recall things we might not be ready to. I’m not a professional so I can’t say “face it,” “trace it,” “avoid it,” destroy it.” I have my own echoes; perhaps each one of us does.

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