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Through all our grief and sadness, we still hadn’t learned to be without hope. Clearly that was necessary.
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All night I thought I heard her calling out. Of course, that was impossible. Her voice by now was down to palest air. But I still hear it everywhere.
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I can’t imagine feeling any sadder, or any more grateful. Or scared.
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I had always respected them, expecting nothing in return, which there wasn’t.
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Some things should not be photographed or described, lest they be reduced to photographs or descriptions.
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The level of stupidity was loosely commensurate to the level of ambition.
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All that time, all that work, adding up to so little.
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He wanted so badly, once in a while, or even just once, to know the right thing to do.
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In all those years of rushing, nothing got done any faster.
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Sooner or later, one way or another, if you care about your work, your employers will make you wish you didn’t.
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You discover too late the meaning of too late.
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Outside, with the wind and trees and sounds, things were good. Inside, with people, and conclusions, and expectations, not so much.
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While most of the time you cling to life with fierce gratitude, more often than you'd like to admit you just want to give up and drink yourself to death.
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