In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning; — Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
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In the daylight we knowwhat’s gone is gone,but at night it’s different.Nothing gets finished,not dying, not mourning;

— Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House
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