Hell is the absence of the people you long for. 24 ON THEIR SECOND DAY without the Symphony, Kirsten and August came upon a line of cars, queued along the shoulder of the road. It was late morning and the heat was rising, a hush falling over the landscape. They'd lost sight of the lake. The cars cast curved shadows.
( Emily St. John Mandel )
[ Station Eleven ]
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