After his wife’s funeral, a father, devastated by grief, took his son to the sea to distract him.
She left — not with a scream, not with a crash, but quietly, like breath on glass, like a whisper through sleep, like the last chord of a beloved melody fading away in an empty room. She left at the very moment when winter, tired of long snowstorms and gray days, began to retreat, yielding […]
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