deforest: deforest: How fortunate that our memories of her are good. They leave a gentle wake, like a sunny empty room that feels good. It’s there, at times stronger, at times gentler—the perfect combination of sweet and sad. The sweetness of her,

deforest: deforest: How fortunate that our memories of her are good. They leave a gentle wake, like a sunny empty room that feels good. It’s there, at times stronger, at times gentler—the perfect combination of sweet and sad. The sweetness of her,

deforest: deforest: How fortunate that our memories of her are good. They leave