A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness. — Margaret Atwood, The Tent
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A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.

— Margaret Atwood, The Tent
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