Was there a language of loss? Did everyone who suffered speak a different dialect?
Instead of doing the best thing, we sometimes have to settle for the rightest thing.
Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.
Maybe mothers - consciously or subconsciously - repelled their daughters in different ways.
Many people have a novel inside them, but most don't bother to get it out.
What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?