"You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving."
"But I plucked a new, different, worldly soul for myself -- maybe a soul I found in the spray thrown up by the surge of that distant African river as it plummets onto black rocks and sends up into the sun a permanent arc of a rainbow."
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Source: Alexandra Fuller (2014). “Don't Let's Go to the Dogs Tonight: Picador Classic”, p.38, Pan Macmillan
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