" she was like a child sleepwalking along the roof-ledge ten storeys up. He was afraid to call out in warning, in case she should wake, and fall."
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"He did not write poetry any more. Some days he hardly even thought about it. It was like a third arm, a third eye, that had atrophied. He'd been a freak when he'd had it." (Margaret Atwood)
3 comments:
what should he do?
Work on his personal growth, that's what all of us should do
Work on our body, mind and spirit. Grow physically, emotionally and intellectually. Experience and think.
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