29.

The whiteness of the page before it is written and after it is erased is and is not the same white, and the silence before a word is spoken and after is and is not the same silence. Snow falls before and after the growing season; the era of my harmonious relationship with my mother flourished before my mother begins and after she faded. She was herself being erased, a page returned to whiteness on its way to non being.

Excerpt from The Faraway Nearby by Rebecca Solnit

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About Amber Donofrio

A writer, contemporary art enthusiast, avid reader, baker, nature appreciator, and art critic.
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