"It's remarkable. The whole summer has been a list of things to do. One by one she's ticked them off. Tears weren't on the list. They put themselves there. She didn't want them. She's afraid of them. Afraid of drowning in them.
And when they came. At first they were horrible, and an unbearable torment, darkness. But then. Then the tears became a refuge. A place to rest. A waiting room before the next thing on the list. Then a part of her suddenly wanted to stay there among the tears. Put off the other thing which is going to happen. And then the tears leave her. Say: that's it, then. And just stop."
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