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What does a life cost?
Can it heal festering wounds?
A hollow comfort
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (3)
Ouch. Felt this one. The harsh reality of it. Well done, Stephanie.
No money can substitute for a life lost. And those who are left behind suffer the most. Profound haiku, Stephanie.
Life is irreplaceable. Some have forgotten that