Now and then, the clouds will part and give you a glimpse, even a sense, of joy---had you never felt that, you would not know just how painful it is to be powerless to break through the darkness...Hang on to the small pleasures. Lots of us feel the same---it is strange, isn't it---so many of us so alone and struggling and yet, well, we are alone together in some sense...we are all around us and don't know...can't touch... Or can we?
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"...don't say Home
/ the bones of that word mend slowly...' marie harris
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