"For as long as the world spins and the earth is green with new wood, she will lie in this box and not in my arms."

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How awful it was, thought Tessa, remembering Fats the toddler, the way tiny ghosts of your living children haunted your heart; they could never know, and would hate it if they did, how their growing was a constant bereavement.

— J. K. Rowling