the words are not mine

When I realized what had happened, that the book ended, literally, in mid-sentence, I tried to write my own chapters. I tried to finish the story but I …

So he was copying chapters from a book that was never finished, and she was reading them by the light of candles she could not afford to waste. So much of what is beautiful is brief and incomplete, so much of what we love is what we cannot spare.

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