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					<description><![CDATA[<p>They say there are five stages of grief and that there is no order in how a person navigates a certain loss. For me, grief has always been a journey that never ends, and I don’t know if I will ever reach a place of acceptance. How do you accept something that is permanently lost to you forever? Acceptance isn’t the word I would use to describe grief. It is surrendering. If you cannot change what is, you have no choice but to lift your hands to the tides of this life and embrace the freefall. That’s where I currently</p>
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