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At the funeral for his words, my father wouldn’t stop talking and his love passed through me, fell onto the ground that wasn’t there.
“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
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