Once you pass a certain age, life is just a continuous process of losing one thing after another. One after another, things you value slip out of your hands the way a comb loses teeth. People you love fade away one after another. That sort of thing. Surely, you must remember.
--1Q84, Haruki Murakami--
Dedicated to my dear friend, Dwi Anggraini, who just lost her beloved husband this early morning. My heart goes to you, be strong...
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