"A desk, some pads, a pencil, and a large basket -- to hold all of mu mistakes."

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A life like an intricately woven basket, frayed, worn, broken, unraveled, reworked, reknit from many of its original pieces... Life can survive in the constant shadow of illness, and even rise to moments of rampant joy, but the shadow remains, and one has to make space for it.

— Diane Ackerman