“In time, she seems less moved than a part of that which once moved her, fleeting, uncontained, her 
presence seen only in what she’s touched: leaves scattered and lost, bodies of dust swirling. She longs to find some calm within what she’s become, inside the sound, a roaming stillness. It seems so close, as if she might, even now, blink and be there, restored, prepared, whispering all she remembers.”
–Christian Wiman
“All the thoughts without emotions, all memories without any attachment–my skin is loose and thin. I don’t speak at these times because I don’t know the girl that will form the words.” –Amy Jo
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