Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to … - C. S. Lewis

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Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.

But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.