And the following is an excerpt from one of the chapter's foreword, one that moved me quite deeply:
Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love.
-William Shakespeare
Hamlet
After reading this beneath the yellow dim of my reading light, I found myself wiping a few falling tears from my cheeks.
Maybe it's the rain, and the gloomy Salt Lake weather;
Maybe it's just my usual female routine;
Or maybe, just maybe, I know exactly why my tear ducts reached overcapacity.
I gave myself ten seconds to let it out. And then that was it.
No more.
Ah, oh how I love to feel.
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