Life really is the pits sometimes. Different types of pits abound but pits just the same. For us now it is our former home, things we cherished, just stuff and part of our souls in the literal pit. A little bitty pit, that's how little is left of it all. And hopefully, maybe part of our soul isn't necessarily in the pit but just marked by it; a smudge that just won't come off no mater how much buffing and cleaning is done. Perhaps that smudge is meant to remind us of something that will forever affect us but won't deter us from moving forward.
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