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The kind of madness I had was different. It was quiet, and very, very dangerous. It was a madness designed to keep me sane. My mind struggled to build across the gap, make a new and inhabitable world. The problem was that it had nothing to work with.
—Helen Macdonald
Monday, November 02, 2015

The unnatural

Everything anyone calls unnatural
is as natural as flowers and rain.

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