“ou let time pass. That’s the cure. You survive the days. You float like a rabid ghost through the weeks. You cry and wallow and lament and scratch your way back up through the months. And then one day you… — Cheryl Strayed Copy Share Image
“The days float on like a feather in the wind, but at the end of the week, I’m still a chicken. Taste my truth.” — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
