From my window I watched the full moona moon that reminded me of Brettbecome shadowed, little by little until there was only a deep blackness in the woods at night. I would sit there wakeful, hour after hour, and wonder if this aching around my heart, this sense of being alone, forlorn and unwanted in a world where there was gayety and love for others of my age, was going to continue for all of my days.
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About Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly
Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly.
Themes
- Sadness — Navigating grief, melancholy, and emotional depth