the ferry between one cold place and another
The bewilderment of not knowing how to do something you never had to do before... like grieving fifty years together, a dream that flew by in the blink of an eye and ended in a nightmare dragging through centuries...
But, not knowing, someone told me long ago as I clung to sanity, was like opening a door to a vista filled with grace. An undiscovered world, an unexplored land, a trip to another place. All one had to do was survive, one moment to the next, the bitter wind and brutal cold in a winter of discontent.
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