“...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.”

“...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.”

“He invaded my consciousness in the same way the ocean washes up on the beach, with sweeping tides of longing and regret, and with such power and raw force, I often woke with the taste of salt from my tears clinging to my skin." Joanna about Ben”