{And while people ran about proclaiming such things,} I could only think that everything exists because of loss. From the bricks of our buildings, from cement to human cells, everything exists because of chemical transformation, and every chemical transformation is accompanied by loss. And when I look up at the night sky I think: The astronomers have given every star a number.
( Anne Michaels )
[ The Winter Vault ]
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