“The seasons don’t cease to change because we haven’t the time to plant or tend or harvest, because grief like a hailstorm comes up sudden and frightens us with its noise. Once the storm rolls on, the fields remain, and life goes on, whatever we prefer.”
― One for the Blackbird, One for the Crow
― One for the Blackbird, One for the Crow
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