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He said the boy was playing hide-and-seek, but no one had come to find him. He couldn’t remember if this was a memory of a real event, but the metaphor stopped him and brought him to tears. No one had come to look for him in his time of sorrow, and he had been hiding ever since.
The Wild Edge of Sorrow: Rituals of Renewal and the Sacred Work of Grief
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