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"that morning I wept.
I wept because I loved the streets that took me away from him
and would lead me back to him.
I wept because the process by which I had become a woman was painful.
I wept because from now on I would weep less.
I wept because I had lost my pain
and I was not yet accustomed to it's absence..."

Anaïs Nin in Henry and June