The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for — Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
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The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.

— Annie Dillard, The Maytrees
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