Polly fumbles for loose answers. She searches for some way to tease mundane struggles and recurring doubts into a more sublime shape. Everyone needs to view their own life as a romance, she says. That takes some imaginative effort. Through her words, pain becomes majestic and noble. But more honorable than the work of being crushed by the world is the a…
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