"...She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her, but
utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl that no one could
full. I'd have to fill it myself again and again and again.”
―
Cheryl Strayed,
Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
9 January 2014
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