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There is a crying that happens at night that does not come while the light is with us. There are things that cannot be evaded once the sun goes down. Small nocturnal creatures with sharp white teeth silently gnaw at the edges of belly and heart when the darkness descends and the void inside grows larger. It can split you open. And the bone in the centre of your chest aches like the cracked wishing bone from the turkey breast. And if we are strong enough to be weak enough we are given a wound that never heals. It is the gift that keeps the heart open.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer
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