"He was gone, and all that was left was the space you'd grown around him, like a tree that grows around a fence. For a long time, it would remain hollow. Years, maybe. And when at last it was filled again, you knew that the new love you felt for a man would have been impossible without him. If it weren't for him, there would never have been an empty space, or the need to fill it."
Nicole Krauss
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