If you live in the dark a long time and the sun comes out, you do not cross into it whistling. There's an initial up rush of relief at first, then-for me, anyway- a profound dislocation. My old assumptions about how the world works are buried, yet my new ones aren't yet operational. There's been a death of sorts, but without a few days in hell, no resurrection is possible.
— Mary Karr
Lit
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