“Dizzy and cold, the stars are wearing veils of grief and weeping as if over me. Under such a sky the only sense I have of myself is senselessness—the indiscriminate aching in the spoon of my neck which comes like noise in the night, quick and hysterical, the breaking up of things that should not be so fragile.”
Quote by Jill Alexander Essbaum
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