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I don't know much. I only have stories to tell. Poems, essays- life, death, and cancer in between; short stories when the characters materialize in my head.
Joan Didion, The Year of Magical Thinking
“We are not idealized wild things.
We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”
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