Wendell Berry
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New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure. ✨ Wendell Berry (2000). Jayber Crow: A Novel, Counterpoint LLC

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