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“Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I no longer love her, that's for certain, but how I loved her. My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before.”

Someone said writing is having a silent conversation with yourself and at times reading is forcing you to simply listen. I was fond of just listening with this work. “I want you to be still.”