I'm making life work here, and that's the important part. It's such a tough pill to swallow each time.
We sit alone together in our room, each immersed in books and web-searching, each surrounded by the bubble we create with headphones and a glowing computer screen. It's proof that, even together, solidary serenity is possible.
There are moments when I am so angy. So, so angry at what got taken -- at what I worry I can never, ever get back. But that never stays long, it's not something to be angry about, it's not something that was done rather something that happened, and it didn't happen to me exclusively. It would be just as productive as being mad at time.
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