"What can I do, to stop your hurt?
Nothing more, she said. You do everything, and you make me all right. Thank you.
Very gently, he touched her sooty cheek. If there was a way, he said, I'd take your hurt, and carry it for you."
The Raging Quiet
by Sherryl Jordan
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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