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“When it comes down to it, we’re all just a culmination of experiences. And when we lose those, what do we have? I think people here could use a little hope right now, something to remind them what living here is all about.”
his only real interest in the world was absorbing as much of it as he could without having to travel too far. It was astonishing, he’d said, how vast one’s small world turned out to be when you explored every corner of it. She wasn’t done yet.
she didn’t ask him to clarify, and she would regret this later, when he was gone. The specificity didn’t seem all that important at the time, because it could only mean something good. What particular brand of good was just one of those details, the kind you don’t think to ask about, but the kind that is vital when you are no longer able to ask. When you have to live the rest of your life wrestling with that one small distinction.
That small things done with great love become great things.
