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We are laid low by grief, taken down below the surface of the world, where shadows and strange images appear. We are no longer moving in our brightly lit, daytime existence. Grief punctures the solidity of our world, shatters the certainty of fixed stars, familiar landscapes, and known destinations.
The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
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