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“Hunger is physical of course, but it is many other things besides. A longing to take up space, to want, to need. To fall in love. To establish boundaries. To say “not good enough” or “not this” or “not now.” To change directions. To start again. To fail. To forgive. To be uncompromisingly human.”

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Book:Places I Stopped on the Way Home: A Memoir of Chaos and Grace
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Book:The Whys Of Us
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