“Grown-ups now, we occupy our concrete paths, little griefs buzzing around our ears like mosquitos. We swat them away. We turn our heads, swallowing our sadness whole.” GriefSadnessAnxietyResilienceDenialHardshipFuneralAdulthoodNumbing Book:But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings Source: But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings