All the things I held onto are gone. My grief cannot bring them back.
[ all gone. the swathe of destruction that took place left nothing alive. it didn't simply take the people, it took their home. it took their gardens, their libraries. it took their places of belonging.
and even now, the absence of those bonds throb like a physical wound. ]
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[ all gone. the swathe of destruction that took place left nothing alive. it didn't simply take the people, it took their home. it took their gardens, their libraries. it took their places of belonging.
and even now, the absence of those bonds throb like a physical wound. ]
My desire has little to do with it.