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and yet I cannot go - Threshold — LiveJournal
...she walked in through the out door.
and yet I cannot go
The archaeology of grief is not ordered. It is more like earth under a spade, turning up things you had forgotten. Surprising things come to light: not simply memories, but states of mind, emotions, older ways of seeing the world.
Helen Macdonald, H is for Hawk

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