Beautiful Sentences

Gabriel looks back at him from the mirror, the man he’s made, and made his own, the man whose grief drinks from his own grief, whose joy eats his joy, but whom he uses, over and over, to escape his grief and joy, to make them commodity, currency. For better or for worse—he doesn’t know—to make them art.
Susan Miller, The Lake Shore Limited.

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