...she often felt the need of–to thing; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; ano one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. ... When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.
— Jun 18, 2023 01:35PM
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