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After my husband died, I felt like one of those spiraled shells washed upon the beach . . . Poke a straw through the twisting tunnel, around and around, and there is nothing there. No flesh. No life. Whatever lived there is dried up and gone.
Source: Widow, 1974.
-- Lynn Caine, ( 1927-1987), US writer, lecturer; American writer, lecturer.