Tonight all the hells of young grief have opened again; the mad words, the bitter resentment, the fluttering in the stomach, the nightmare unreality, the wallowed-in tears. For in grief nothing __tays put._ One keeps on emerging from a phase, but it always recurs. Round and round. Everything repeats.
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