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“It isn’t the sorrow of last winter that stabs, it is those moments of hope—remembering those moments of hope is unbearable.
        I planned to have him sleep in my bed the first night he came back.
        It is not hard looking back at sorrow but at happiness.”

Locked Rooms and Open Doors: Diaries and Letters of Anne Morrow Lindbergh 1933–1935 (New York: Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1974), 14.
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