The sorrow is like a rock... «Мизери»
DmitryDeneka16 декабря 2017The sorrow is like a rock on the shoreline of the ocean. When one is sleeping it is as if the tide is in, and there is some relief. Sleep is like a tide which covers the rock of grief. When one wakes, however, the tide begins to go out and soon the rock is visible again, a barnacle-encrusted thing of inarguable reality, a thing which will be there forever, or until God chooses to wash it away.
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