I Opened The Drawer Of My Little Desk And A Single Letter Fell Out, A Letter From My Mother, Written In Pencil, One Of Her Last, With Unfinished Words And An Implicit Sense Of Her Departure.

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I opened the drawer of my little desk and a single letter fell out, a
letter from my mother, written in pencil, one of her last, with unfinished
words and an implicit sense of her departure. It's so curious: one can
resist tears and "behave" very well in the hardest hours of grief. But
then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window... or one notices
that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed... or
a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
-- Letters From Colette

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