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Ah, the window. Everyone says the eyes are the window of the soul. Sometimes this is what talking to people who are expressing their problems feels like. We can see clearly what it is they are experiencing, but we cannot physically reach out and touch it. Just like the trees and houses in this photo. The window allows us to hear and see (hopefully clearly) but we cannot touch. For if we reach out then we can only feel the glass. However, sometimes that glass is there to protect us from the dangers of immersing ourselves in someone else's suffering. We can see, hear, feel, even understand, but we do not experience the exact same things as the people on the other side of the window.

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This is what I imagine grief as. We are all stuck in the dark, the "shadow" so to say. For ones who have suffered dearly and for so long, it feels as if we do not belong in the light. Or we may be in the light but feel as if we belong in the dark. Grief, while it may not be dark and lonesome can feel like it is. Grief has been thrust into the shadows and it is time we bring it into the light. This is what this interview will do.

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The cloud in the distance spirals upwards as if reaching.

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A dark tree next to a field of green. We are us, and do not need to blend in.

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If you look closely, there are flowers next to a fall-colored tree. This is new and old together