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The task ahead is clear: to heal. But heal what. And how.
and I could stop the way I lived in the moments of my life, empty. Love, not a speck of it.
His eyes look at my fear like it was just another part of the day.
Midnight
It's Evening in Missoula, and they used to sell it at the Boise Coop in the 70s
This time, this book, no matter how hard I try, I can’t be one of the big-spirited, redeemed men who’s gone through it all, seen the light at the end of the tunnel, and from that high place of awareness, narrates the story.
It’s all sad, Gruney. If we let ourselves know how sad it really is, there wouldn’t be anything left of us.
Hope. The worst thing isn’t that you can’t find it. It’s that you’ll stop.
When you get close to the vein that’s pulsing truth, when you open that vein, you can scrub your soul clean with the blood.
