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“Lorsque votre travail de deuil progresse, une énergie intérieure, souvent à peine perceptible, s'active pour réparer tout votre être. Ce travail obscur s'effectue même durant les périodes où vous avez l'impression que rien ne bouge. Cependant, on peut dire que vous êtes sur la bonne voie lorsque vous prenez conscience que vous pleurez sur « vous » et non sur la personne qui n'est plus.”

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Book:De l'autre côté des larmes : Guide pour une traversée consciente du deuil
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