"It's bigger than we thought; it's taller than it ought to be, this pile of rubble and ruins. The neighbors must talk. It's the worst yard on the block. Just branches and boards where walls stood. Did it seem to you like the storm just knew we weren't quite finished with the roof when it started?
"So we build...we build. We clear away what was and make room for what will be. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder.
If you will, I will build.
"On any given day we could simply walk away and let someone else hold the pieces. The lie that we tell says it's better somewhere else. As if love flies south when it freezes. What I'm trying to say, in some clumsy way, is that it's you and only you, for always.
"That's why we build...we build. We clear away what was and make room for what will be. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder.
If you will, then I will build.
"What I'm trying to say, in some clumsy way is that it's you and only you, not just for now, not just today. But it's you and only you for always. If you hold the nails, I'll take the hammer. I'll hold it still, if you'll climb the ladder. If you will, then I will build."
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