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Strangers

This book delves into the lives of individuals who find themselves in unfamiliar circumstances, leading to profound and unexpected bonds. It examines themes of trust, vulnerability, and the human need for connection. more

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Taichi Yamada; Nobuhiko OÌ„bayashi; Makiko Uchidate

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“I have found that the Iron is a great cure for loneliness. Loneliness is a desire for what is not there with you. You can be lonely for an infinite number of things-people, feelings— whatever creates a void in your life with its absence. Sometimes your loneliness has nothing to attach itself to. You're just lonely, flat out. The Iron can pull you through when all else fails. You'll find that it was you that got you through. Loneliness”

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“What's shadow-sick?' she asked. 'You might call it 'heartsick' or 'soul-sick',' answered Anita. 'It happens when humans turn from face-to-face trust and let the darkness of death enter them. Thanks to Adam, we all have inherited shadow-sickness in our mortality. Resisting it is the war in which we are all engaged.' 'Is your colleague being guarded, then?' John asked. 'No, she is being companioned inside a community to the north,' Anita said. 'It is a guarding of sorts--but *for*, not *against*. The purpose is to help her turn once again toward life.' She addressed Lilly. 'We learned long ago that shadow-sickness feeds on isolation. So we take our stand against it by protecting relationships of intentional love and kindness.”

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“There was a lone poppy-head in the field that was saving its thoughts on a pile in the wood and when it had shaken its fear of motion it borrowed a sugar bowl at a small train station and dispatched this letter I am always so alone I miss your fine tentacles My skin is no longer smoked Now I belong to that order of birds who let others hatch their eggs Come I send sweetest regards”

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