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I found this in a book I borrowed from Janna, called The Ill-Made Mute, by Cecilia Dart-Thornton. It just resonated with me and I had to share.
"...[her thoughts'] intensity tempered only by an ever-present thin blue trickle of grief for loss, which ebbed and flowed at random, as grief will."
"...[her thoughts'] intensity tempered only by an ever-present thin blue trickle of grief for loss, which ebbed and flowed at random, as grief will."