More words I'm reading now

     "I was with Priscilla today, and we were laughing at her boys. When it came time to write to Margaret Lynch, I found I was taking myself to task for those moments of lightness."
     "The challenge with death is that it can lift a burden, and we feel those two sensations - the lightness which you speak of, along with the melancholy, of loss. You have already suffered one, Maisie, so do not be taken aback when there is only one remaining and it is the one that brings with it moments of levity.  ... do not underestimate your feelings, and don't draw back from doors that open, now that the one closed for years has locked forever. Simon's spirit is at peace. Allow yours to be free as you live"

Jacqueline Winspear, An Incomplete Revenge.

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Words I'm reading now...

"What did he believe in, this young man who was, it seemed, so isolated? What God might he have prayed to, knowing that as an aviator he had taken on war's most dangerous work? As his craft took flight, what did he cling to when even the slightest malfunction, the tiniest fracture in the wing or fuselage, might send him to a fiery death? And what angels lifted him when that day came, when he crashed to earth behind enemy lines? To whom did he profess love, as surely he must have, when he felt the descent into his grave?"

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"How must she have looked, to those she had passed? A woman wide-eyed, seeing not the streets along which she walked but a path she had traveled at another time. A time when hell was closer and, she thought, the gods even farther away."

Lovely words. Jacqueline Winspear, Pardonable Lies.

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