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“Grief is such a lonely thing. There is no-one in it with you - others may grieve for the same soul, but they do not grieve exactly for what you also grieve. No-one has lost precisely what you have lost. Not exactly, never exactly. We are in it alone.”

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Book:The Silver Dark Sea
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The Silver Dark Sea

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Susan Fletcher
Susan Fletcher

Susan Fletcher is an American novelist born in 1979. Her works are acclaimed for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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