There was the feeling that the task had run its course, that I couldn't do it anymore. For her sake? Because I wasn't able to spend enough time with her? Perhaps. But also for the sake of the book; it wasn't productive anymore; I wanted to actually put together a good final book and I couldn't do that when I was forcing myself to write something, anything every day, when I couldn't ever go back over what I had written.
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