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What methods are these, that require such actions? Are they required, or are we merely stuck in old tropes, false "truths"? Do we have choices, real choices?
Losses, thousands of losses. Some huge - the loss of her mother as a toddler. Smaller losses, as when the dog stole her cookie off the coffee table shortly afterwards - keenly felt and keen she did. The pain of the loss just overwhelming.
She fuses ideas together like a crafter with a hot glue gun. If they are in proximity to one another, she will glom them together. No logic needed. And then blather. And blather.
The icing on the cake was seeing the male goldfinch fight out a claim against the much larger house finch. Two dinosaurs quarreling outside my kitchen window. Less than half an ounce each.
Instructions for sorrow. Lie to yourself, lie to others. Lie to yourself as to whether you lie to others. Mull over the fact that people give you a hard time. Never admit fault. Grasp what you can while you can. Sorrow is yours.
She suspects. You can tell by the way she moves, warily, stealthily. Looking with eyes rolled upwards. She suspects they know. It was she. She did it. She ate the box of chocolates. All of them.