...Suddenly my new client burst into tears.
"I'm awfully sorry," she said, "I must, I just can't seem to -you must think I'm deranged."
"Who isn't deranged one way or the other? It's how we dance with the derangement."...
...They were like little pieces of Sweet still moving, a reminder that he really was still there-not so I could touch him, but in the way that red birds fly past on a cold winter day. You can't touch them, but they are there, giving a bit more color to the world...
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| Rebecca Wells |
...I must hold these questions and ponder them in my beating heart and accept that there may be no answers, only the mystery, the great mystery of it all...
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