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187 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 13, 2018
When was the last time she'd verbalized her gratitude for life? Things weren't perfect; they would never be. Her pickup truck was on the verge of dying, one of her old-time employees resigned, and someone left a bad review on their website. But here she was, doing something she loved, lying beside someone she loved, living in a place she'd loved since childhood. The realization sent happiness surging through her veins. Yes, thank you, she prayed. I'm grateful.
At dusk, when the world melts into shadow, the air is the thing most alive.
From her spot under the mango tree, Fiona smells the farm more clearly than she sees it. The scent is a lush, primal mix of unseen creatures crawling, burrowing, being born and rotting away; of green things straining against the earth to reach for the sun.