I did get the frame. All wooden and smart, certainly, but made in China. They don’t make genuine stuff anymore outside China.
It took me one bloody year to get this and I’m quite sure it will take another year or so to allow myself the time to cry and then move on.
You know I’m so reluctant to do and feel things like other people do. Not to mention mourning. You see, that’s the fun part, I agreed to let you go, we discussed about this and I said it’s ok and I wouldn’t mind and then you were gone. So I got the frame. Now what?
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