Q3
THE NOCTURNAL ISSUE
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ALAINA The ache of loss is tempered by the promise of what lies beyond the finite. Alaina, the pain is but a rough-hewn stairway leading to a plateau where grief is unknown, where love flourishes, unfettered and unending. This sorrow is not an anchor, but a sail, catching the winds of hope, propelling me towards a meeting ordained by destiny, and fate, and God. Each tear, a testament of our earthly parting, each smile, a pledge of our Heavenly reunion. Your name - a lighthouse in the fog of grieving, a beacon guiding me through the turbid waters of sorrow, leading me to the tranquil shores of acceptance, hope, and an eternal bond. Alaina, in the realm where the mortal and the divine merge, where love's echo reverberates with unending clarity, there we shall meet. Until then, your absence is but a pause, a breath held in the symphony of existence, a note suspended before it cascades into an eternal melody.
To my sister, Alaina. I love you always.
