"It's just, there's so many things I want to tell Poppy, but I don't know how to say them. I hate that you can feel things but there's no words for them. There should be a rule about that, that you can only have feelings if there words to match."
--Jackie Moyer Fischer, 'An Egg On Three Sticks'
“Without words, it comes. And suddenly, sharply, one is aware of being separated from every person on one’s earth and every object, and from the beginning of things and from the future and even a little, from one’s self. A moment before one was happily playing, the world was round and friendly. Now at one’s feet there are chasms that had been invisible until this moment. And one knows, and never remembers how it was learned, that there will always be chasms, and across the chasms will always be those one loves.”
--Lillian Smith
--Jackie Moyer Fischer, 'An Egg On Three Sticks'
“Without words, it comes. And suddenly, sharply, one is aware of being separated from every person on one’s earth and every object, and from the beginning of things and from the future and even a little, from one’s self. A moment before one was happily playing, the world was round and friendly. Now at one’s feet there are chasms that had been invisible until this moment. And one knows, and never remembers how it was learned, that there will always be chasms, and across the chasms will always be those one loves.”
--Lillian Smith
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