The tides might tell themselves stories about why they’re rushing in and out, but it’s ultimately the moon that’s in charge.
Leslie Jamison, The Birth of My Daughter, the Death of My Marriage, New Yorker (Jan. 15, 2024)
The tides might tell themselves stories about why they’re rushing in and out, but it’s ultimately the moon that’s in charge.
Leslie Jamison, The Birth of My Daughter, the Death of My Marriage, New Yorker (Jan. 15, 2024)
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