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Happiness is a strange thing. It is something I tend to recognize only after it has passed, when I realize I miss it.Claire Holden Rothman
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It was the seventh of November, 1918. The war was finally over. Maybe it would be declared a holiday and named War's End Day or something equally hopeful and wrong. Wars would break out again. Violence was part of human nature as much as love and generosity.Claire Holden Rothman
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I looked briefly up from my notes. I was surrounded by hearts, sectioned and preserved. Hearts with holes. Hearts with leaking valves or thickened walls. Hearts with narrow or transposed aortas. I closed my eyes.Claire Holden Rothman