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Fallen Fruit by Julie Fowells
The distinction between grief and depression might seem insignificant to some, but the chasm between the two is big enough for guilt and confusion to bounce around in the turbulence, gaining velocity until it’s almost hard to tell the difference. One mocks the other, as if it’s a competition to determine which is more painful. 

The Hazel Collection by Julie Fowells
Hazel was a beautiful hound with an extraordinary gift; she could sniff out a lost or discarded tennis ball lurking just about anywhere.  Down a cliff, up a tree, no matter how remote the location she would stubbornly bark until I acknowledged her hunting prowess.