“Still, Connell went home that night and read over
some notes he had been making for a new story, and he felt the old beat of
pleasure in his body, like watching a perfect goal, like the rustling movement
of light through leaves, a phrase of music from the window of a passing car.
Life offers up these moments of joy despite everything.”— Irish novelist Sally
Rooney, Normal People (2019)
This post is dedicated to my friend Holly…
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