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It seemed that his tears had a lot in common with the possessions of his dead loved ones; you never got to the end of them.
At fifty-one you had to keep running just to escape the avalanche of your own past.
Love might make the world go round, but she was convinced it was the cries of the badly wounded and deeply afflicted which spun the universe on the great glass pole of its axis.
