“Listen. I don't know how or when My grieving will end, but I'm always Relearning how to be human again.” — Sherman Alexie Copy Share Image
The ancients waited for cherry blossoms, grieved when they were gone, and lamented their passing in countless poems. How very ordinary the poems had seemed to Sachiko when she read them as a girl, but now she knew, as well… — Junichiro Tanizaki Copy Share Image
