SOUL CLEANSE, ACT TWO
Part Two in a Three-Part Series
But there is no perfect time. This house will always be haunted with the memories of an exceptional life: a young woman, fresh from art school, honing her artistic talent through the years and unlike what I now witness on a daily basis--the disintegration of a human being who, in my life, has always been so strong and confident. Her loss of identity has become part of my heart.
I can’t toss these memories in a trash bag, with the rubber band collection and dusty cans of Glade and newspaper clippings. What will I do with all the things I can’t bring myself to toss away?
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