when he lifted his rapt face and smiled at her, she thought his eyes had the saddest light

Sometimes we see: we are granted a glimpse. Perhaps it is a thread that, held onto and followed, could have led us out of the labyrinth and into light. But more often there is no opportunity, or safety lies in letting it slip — yes, safety, the regular order of things, the click and snap of gears against cogs, how we should behave in company.

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