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October 15, 2006
What comfort can you give a friend whose heart is aching, who will be alone after you leave, whose life has become so difficult all at once, who is wounded by love, the very thing that should bring joy? I stayed for a few days; we laughed, talked and joked, ate good food and drank good wine, but eventually, I left and she was alone again. Which side of the door is it worse to be on: the side of suffering alone, seeing no end to the pain and the solitude, or the side of loving someone you can't help?