I was standing there looking up through tears. I was standing by myself in the rubble of my life, at the bottom of every story I had ever needed to know. I was gripping my ribs like a climber holding on to rock. I was whispering the word over and over, and it was holding me up like a loved hand.
- Dorothy Allison, Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure.
2 comments:
What is the word?
Mama, as in hers, herself, all mothers, love, kind of a big picture moment.
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