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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow. - Quote by Gail Caldwell

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. …We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.

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We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.
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