Wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which one fills up first.

I am not worrying about the year that has passed without doing any positive impact to the world; but about the SECOND that has gone my Superlative and Excessive Chance to invent Outstanding Novelty with great Diligence.

And
I know the every word of your silence 
A quieter night than ever 
I've never talked to the moon like this.

It was a well-aimed arrow. Had anyone even noticed she was no longer at the library? All the people she'd worked with, worked for? All the patrons she'd helped? Had she been so replaceable that her absence hadn't caused a single ripple?  Hadn't she mattered at all?

Written By Nora Roberts

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