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I Thought You Hung The Moon.

Language Buries, But Does Not Resurrect.

But As For Me: I Must Ask The Wounded Man Where He Is Hurt, Because I Cannot Become The Wounded Man. The Only Wounded Man I Can Be Is Me.

We All Want To Do Something To Mitigate The Pain Of Loss Or To Turn Grief Into Something Positive, To Find A Silver Lining In The Clouds. But I Believe There Is Real Value In Just Standing There, Being Still, Being Sad.

I'm Not Saying That Everything Is Survivable. Just That Everything Except The Last Thing Is.