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Continue to ChatAnd I saw it didn't matter who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone. The black oily asphalt, the slick beauty of the Iranian attendant, the thickening clouds--nothing was mine. And I understood finally, after a semester of philosophy, a thousand books of poetry, after death and childbirth and the startled cries of men who called out my name as they entered me, I finally believed I was alone, felt it in my actual, visceral heart, heard it echo like a thin bell. - Dorianne Laux from https://whatsmyquote.com/quote/and-i-saw-it-didn-t-matter-who-had-loved-me-or-who-i-loved-i-was-alone-the-black-oily-asphalt-the-slick-beauty