Even my grief is physical. When my grandmother died I bit my arm for the first time since I was a child. There was still something reassuring in that mark that wouldn’t stay. Each time I’ve broken up with someone my loss was made real by the physical. For months I’d notice that my sheets didn’t smell the same, that I didn’t smell the same, that the loss was greater and subtler than I was expecting—that what the heart forgets the body sometimes still remembers. ~ Arielle Berstein. **The latest on The Manifest-Station. Thanks, as always to SimpleReminders and all of our readers. The site is on fire. Make sure you are subscribed via email so you dont miss a post. via Jennifer Pastiloff
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