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It felt good to finally speak those words aloud. Words he had swallowed like stones.
Jack didn’t know how to explain it. He didn’t know how to give his grief a shape, a name, because he had been doing just fine the past month, letting his pain simmer beneath the surface. He slept, he ate, he worked the croft. And yet there was no joy for him in these occupations. He was simply taking up air, and he knew it and he hated it.
She had lived here alone with her cats and sheep and orchard ever since her spouse passed years earlier.
Literally me if Josh ever died
“You’ll soon learn that if we halted our lives every time it storms, there would be little life remaining to live. We make the most of what we have here.”
“The other day,” Graeme said, “I was thinking about all the different paths our lives take, how little choices here and there suddenly guide us to places we never expected. How sometimes even the worst of experiences turn us into what we need to be, even though we would rather avoid the pain. But we grow stronger—we grow sharper—and before we truly even know it, we are looking back on it all. We see who we were and we see who we have become, and it is why the spirits watch us and marvel.”
It was simply him and her in the darkness. There was nothing else beyond the door and the walls; there was nothing else save for her and the fire she stirred in his blood and the ancient vows they had spoken beside a thistle patch beneath a stormy sky.
She leaned forward and pressed her brow to his, and they breathed the same air, the same worries.
wildflowers blooming in her footsteps.
Take this food and let it strengthen your body, Jack prayed over it. Let it nourish your soul, remind your heart of all the good things in life still to come.
until your guilt sheds like old skin and you choose the life you want, not the one you think you deserve.”
Day after day. But there is nothing weak in being soft, in being gentle.”
