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"I hate to be where she is not, when she is not. And yet, I am always going. - Henry deTamble"
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"Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?"-Clare Abshire
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"Do you ever miss him? "
"Every day. Every minute."
"Every minute," she says.
"Yes, it's that way, isn't it?"
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"But you know: you know that if I could have stayed, if I could have gone on, that I would have clutched every second: whatever it was, this death, you know that it came and took me, like a child carried away by goblins."
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