When my friend Paul was signing off on our phone conversation today, he made sure I was okay.
“We must save despair for better times,” he told me. He was quoting a Slavic aphorism, and it was a gift more valuable to me than diamonds or pearls. It was a gift of sturdy words — words that could sustain me.
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