Her Death Brought Me Life — Sanctified in Sweatpants

Isn’t it strange how some things can be, in and of themselves, ironic? Take for example when your hands get really cold. I remember making snowballs with my girls without gloves on and my hands felt like they were burning. Or how about when you’re over-exhausted and you can’t fall asleep. And the one that […]

Her Death Brought Me Life — Sanctified in Sweatpants
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