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I’m fighting for my invincible summer.
Fighting hard.
Some days are harder than others to find that place in myself that is like a warm afternoon, bare feet in the grass, sunlight filtering through the leaves.
But I know there’s a place in me that keeps the weather at a perfect 75*. I just forgot for a while how to get there.
My daughter had Sanfilippo Syndrome (MPS 3a) and she passed away at 14.