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A writer is unable to grieve after the passing of his wife. In his self imposed exile, he does the only thing a writer can do, write. His search for normal, for what he used to have, for the whole notion of normalcy, now takes on many faces. In his loneliness these character's come alive. Deep down inside, the writer knows things must change but he is unable to find a way out.