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“How do I tell them that so many words in their language rattle like cages without birds? Do you call it grief when the nest you fall from disappears into the sky with the sillage of a memory that will never be done? That isn’t grief for us, we call that hüzün.” — K. Eltinaé
How do I tell them that so many words in their language rattle like cages without birds? Do you call it grief when the nest you fall from disappears into the sky with the sillage of a memory that will
never be done? That isn’t grief for us, we call that hüzün.