I became judged for making love after my hubby died. I do believe he could have grasped.

We reimagine the final moments We had with my husband, Jacob, usually. The feel of their fresh washed hair slipping between my hands. The smirk on their face on the floor of our bathroom while I soaked in the tub, handing me a lit joint and fumbling as he sat next to me. He dropped it
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