"Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see
more clearly than ever. It’s like the tide going out, revealing whatever’s been
thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled
fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness
with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you’ve made."
~ Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye, 1988
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