Poor Little Bitch Girl is deep in the throws of grief right now. I have some musings on obsessing over the fact that I was obsessing over what I wore to the only 3 funerals I've been to but, it turns out, the grief is too much today. So I will keep it simple and say this: the beloved one I lost wore -almost exclusively- black and white and so I'm doing the same.
I wish it looked like this:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIF1-RdRbybfD24Ji4mBkMXpQh7QhxPRnPzRb4BSAkN1uNAACrVaj7KbMI6R6bs3whSIxg2vplt347T3gAKniAu8bmzeK9zqVPYztrGQZ1f4ucK8_ONrUWlUlyKfebiWqGyJjfX1a4ymGq/s400/emmanuellealt.jpg)
In my mind it does, anyway.
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