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There is none of us whom life regards with any partiality. Sleet falls as she walks these streets, holding this knowledge inside her. Sleet that leaves cheeks and eyebrows heavy with moisture. Everything passes. She bears this remembrance — the knowledge that everything she has clung to will fall away from her and vanish— through the streets where the sleet is falling, that is neither rain nor snow….
— 21 hours, 14 min ago
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Carol
is on page 45 of 161
If a strong wind got up and skimmed off the fog, the ruins of seventy years ago might be startled into revealing themselves, pushing out from behind the present reconstruction. The ghosts that were gathered there, very close to her, might stand up straight against the wall where they were slaughtered, their eyes blazing out. But there is no wind and nothing is revealed beyond the already apparent.
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Carol
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At times my body feels like a prison, a solid, shifting island threading through the crowd. A sealed chamber carrying all the memories of the life I have lived …. The more stubborn the isolation, the more vivid these unlooked-for fragments, the more oppressive their weight. So that it seems the place I flee to is not so much a city on the other side of the world as further into my own interior.
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Carol
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Each moment is a leap forward from the brink of an invisible cliff, where time’s keen edges are constantly renewed. We lift our foot from the solid ground of all our life lived thus far and take that perilous step out into the empty air. Not because we claim any particular courage, but because there is no other way.
— 22 hours, 2 min ago
Carol
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If I sift those words through myself, sentences will shiver out, like the strange, sad shriek the bow draws from a metal string.
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