Being a memoirist is a vulnerable role; you are both the author and the character. It forces you to dig deep, to hold your lived…
The Fire That Cannot Be Touched
There is a particular sadness that does not come from loss. Loss has a clarity to it. Something was present, and then it was gone. But there is another kind of melancholy, quieter and more difficult to name, that comes from standing near warmth and realizing it was never meant
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