Chapter 14
Like the sufferings of a snake sloughing its skin, winter seemed no end. Bing’s absence did not lessen the severity of the cold climate. The presence of the boys didn’t help much either. Mei was bending, going to break. Her chest tightened as a grand monument. Her lungs were undergoing a metamorphosis. The world was grumbling. Her memories were falling. She felt that she was alone lifting the whole planet.
How much could one carry?
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