"There is a loneliness that can be rocked. Arms crossed,knees drawn up;holding on, this motion, unlike a ship's, smooths and contains the rocker. It's an inside kind-wrapped tight like skin. Then there is a loneliness that roams. No rocking can hold it down. It is alive, on its own feet going seem to come froma far off place."
Toni Morrison's Beloved
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