"Guests to her home were few and after such a visit, during which a linen cloth would be laid on the dining table and cutlery and glasses set for two, the vacuum left by the departing visitor served to echo along the hallway and into the walls. It was at those times when her aloneness took on a darker hue, that she almost wished there would be no more guests, for then there would be no chasm of emptiness for her to negotiate when they were gone."
"You cannot deliberately change the course of the river without causing a flood or drought somewhere else; but spring will come, the soil will seed itself, that flood or drought will abate, and life goes on in this new landscape."
— The Mapping of Love and Death [Winspear]
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