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                                        It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.' 
A Grief Observed (1961)
                                    
 
        
     
                             
                             
                             
                             
                             
                            