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Her mind was like the skitter-skatter of a bad channel on the television set
If you’re always thinking of the other person first, you don’t have to bother with what you’re feeling. Or thinking.”
A feeling of calm filled him, but he knew it was not to be trusted, that it signified only that something inside him had shut down, like the clock.
I could argue that none of us has a center of gravity. That we’re tugged and pulled by competing forces every minute and we hold on as best we can.”
ANYONE WHO HAS EVER GRIEVED knows that grieving carries with it a tremendous wear and tear to the body itself, never mind the soul. Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.
