“She searched out her pulse: there it was, beating slowly under her fingers, even and calm. She exhaled equally slow. How her body could be so rhythmic and regular when her brain was scrambled to the point of madness was… — Rebecca Barrow Copy Share Image
I am taking this in, slowly. Taking it into my body. This grief, how slow. The body is to realize, you are never coming back — Donna Masini Slowly Copy Share Image
