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A Gift of Recovery: Visual Senses Reborn

The first season I experienced sober was Spring. I remember sitting on the front steps with my husband trying to explain how overwhelmed I became while pruning the hydrangea in our garden. I sobbed as he gently rubbed my back. The vibrant shade of pink was beyond remarkable. Every pedal of pink sharply contrasted the …

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