In this moment she felt that she had been robbed of an enormous number of valuable things, whether material or intangible:
things lost or broken by her own fault;
things she had forgotten and left in houses when she moved;
books borrowed from her and not returned;
journeys she had planned and had not made;
words she had waited to hear spoken to her and had not heard, and the words she had meant to answer with;
bitter alternatives and intolerable substitutes worse than nothing,
and yet inescapable: the long, patient suffering of dying friendships and the dark, inexplicable death of love
-- all that she had had, and all that she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses.
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