"Every person travels a theme of loss - the river of solemnity winding through their lives. Sometimes it creeps along arthritically - the residue of hurts long since past, but never forgotten; sometimes it rages torrential and raw, angrily carving out huge chunks of happiness and hope and tossing them into the churn. But when the froth does crest and tumble and settle, and all that has happened apologizes itself into memory, something amazing happens. We clear the mist. See a new path. We cut our paddles into the glassy water. And then we begin ... again." - Laurel Ambrose
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