Beatrice Culleton Mosionier
Born
Canada
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“It had come to me that I was protecting only the dead when I could not even protect the living.
That morning we continued on our way, listlessly. In the following days, we fed, we traveled, we went to watering places, we continued with our lives. I sometimes longed to go on my own way as I had in the past. But to where? It was a longing that happened only in my mind. Sometimes, my tired, aching body just wanted to lie down somewhere and stay put. Sometimes, I didn’t dream and but just wished I could be in another place at another time. Awake, I always felt lonely.”
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That morning we continued on our way, listlessly. In the following days, we fed, we traveled, we went to watering places, we continued with our lives. I sometimes longed to go on my own way as I had in the past. But to where? It was a longing that happened only in my mind. Sometimes, my tired, aching body just wanted to lie down somewhere and stay put. Sometimes, I didn’t dream and but just wished I could be in another place at another time. Awake, I always felt lonely.”
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