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never been more captivated by the way someone writes.

I had seen in a podcast, a woman talking about her grief. Though she said that she had wished those deaths never happened, she also said that her pain allowed for a newfound depth in feeling. For others and for herself. She didn’t know she could hurt this bad, but she didn’t know she could smile this hard either. I think Baldwin figured out the same thing.

To love someone is to demand better for them even when they cannot see a better path for themselves.

“But it is not permissible that the authors of devastation should also be innocent. It is the innocence that constitutes the crime.”

Kat, I may have forgotten to return this book