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175 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2003
"Olive Barstow was my daughter. I was her mother."
Martha heard herself gasp. A small, barely audible gasp.
The woman reached into the pocket of the odd smock she was wearing and retrieved a folded piece of paper. "But I found this in her journal, and I think she'd want you to have it."
“Now smile a real smile for me so I know you`re not suffering inside.”
"The ocean made her feel insignificant and slightly afraid, but in an exhilarating way."
"And at that very minute, what was inside her head and heart made her feel as though there was no one else in the whole world she would rather be."