When someone you love dies, you get a big bowl of sadness put down in front of you, steaming hot. You can start eating now, or you can let it cool and eat it bit by bit later one. Either way, you end up eating the whole thing. There's really no way around it.
Ralph Fletcher
A notebook can be a clearing in the forest of your life, a place where you can be alone and content as<br/>you play with outrage and wonder, details and gossip, language and dreams, plots and subplots, perceptions and small epiphanies.
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