The stone basin was crusted with ice now. The courtyard security light illuminated its depths, and as he leaned over it he could make out the fiery glints of goldfish beneath the surface. There, beneath the cover of the ice, their flickering lives went on. He wanted to know how they did it, how they withstood the slowing of their hearts, the chilling of their blood, through the long darkness of winter.
Julie OrringerThere is nothing wrong with you. God asks the most of those he loves best.
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He allowed himself to imagine for the first time that the rest of his life might not be shaped by the misery of his past.
Julie OrringerPractice at hunger makes the fast easier.
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