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Since I was young, I have always known this: Life damages us, every one. We can’t escape that damage. But now, I am also learning this: We can be mended. We mend each other

Daniel H. Wilson

For people who have been raised on text-based interactions, just speaking on the telephone can be high bandwidth to the point of anxiety.

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