It hit me like a locomotive. I had no defense against a projected attack from this quarter and felt totally abandoned. This was absolutely primal. It raged through me like a sudden deadly disease, a possession of the soul by utter misery. She hugged me long and hard, longer than we had ever held onto one other in almost 30 years.
The next day I felt a secret rising excitement. Even in the darkest depths, down in the corners with the cold wet stones, it had never been her.
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“down in the corners with the cold wet stones”
See. Now how do you describe writing like that? I have no idea what today’s blog is about, but I like it anyway.