Everything had shattered. The fact that it was all still there - the walls and the chairs and the children's pictures on the walls - meant nothing. Every atom of it had been blasted apart and reconstituted in an instant, and its appearance of permanance and solidity was laughable; it would dissolve at a touch, for everything was suddenly tussie-thin and friable.
A Casual Vacancy, J.K. Rowling
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