April 16, 2013

boston

Boston,

You gave me my best memories; a joyous, foolish freedom, the lightness of possibility, an invincibility cloaked in the perfectly imperfect.  You’ve shown me the deepest love; a second family, a better half. Your spirit is undiminished,  so of course, the shadow of cowardice came to tarnish you on the brightest of all days.
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“You see? Even death has a heart.” ― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

It is hard but necessary to write about loss. Zusak understands this so well, he made Death the narrator. Reading his book made my heart, and writing, both heavy and light in the same sentence.
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