That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you can’t find the pleasure in the little things. A fine meal, good music, a breathtaking view of the landscape, the smell of the ocean, snow falling, it all adds up to a storehouse of memories and regrets, and you can’t imagine there’s a perchance left to be had.

-Binnie Kirshenbaum

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