With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.
Nancy B. Brewer
The curtains were not yet drawn and with the moonlight spreading across the room, I could see clearly. I undressed and slipped a soft cotton gown over my naked body. I pulled the blanket off the foot of my bed, covered my shoulders and wa.. Lked out on the balcony. The cool night air blowing through my hair served as a reminder that only a hint of summer remained in this year of 1860.
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The pages that follow will be our journey of the life we built together here in Concord, North Carolina. These pages will reveal fragments from the past and events that occurred along the way. - Lizzie After the War
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The sun had just slipped behind the trees and evening cast its dark, smoky shadow. - from Lizzie After the War
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The heavy smell of incense gave me an uneasy feeling as if I had walked into a tomb
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