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“Evil does not alter easily.....”
― Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem
― Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem
“Clarissa thought that was the problem with toothpaste, it always wound up looking like it had a drunken binge the night before and was spitting up all over itself.”
― Pleasant Day
― Pleasant Day
“Accept the children the way we accept trees—with gratitude, because they are a blessing—but do not have expectations or desires. You don’t expect trees to change, you love them as they are.”
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“I think about all the ways I’ve been perceived by others over the years: as a burden, a dutiful daughter, a girlfriend, a spiteful wretch, an invalid…
This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me.
“You showed what no one else could see,” I tell him.
He squeezes my shoulder. Both of us are silent, looking at the painting.
There she is, that girl, on a planet of grass. Her wants are simple: to tilt her face to the sun and feel its warmth. To clutch the earth beneath her fingers. To escape from and return to the house she was born in.
To see her life from a distance, as clear as a photograph, as mysterious as a fairy tale.
This is a girl who has lived through broken dreams and promises. Still lives. Will always live on that hillside, at the center of a world that unfolds all the way to the edges of the canvas. Her people are witches and persecutors, adventures and homebodies, dreamers and pragmatists. Her world is both circumscribed and boundless, a place where the stranger at the door may hold a key to the rest of her life.
What she most wants—what she most truly yearns for—is what any of us want: to be seen.
And look. She is.”
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This is my letter to the World that never wrote to Me.
“You showed what no one else could see,” I tell him.
He squeezes my shoulder. Both of us are silent, looking at the painting.
There she is, that girl, on a planet of grass. Her wants are simple: to tilt her face to the sun and feel its warmth. To clutch the earth beneath her fingers. To escape from and return to the house she was born in.
To see her life from a distance, as clear as a photograph, as mysterious as a fairy tale.
This is a girl who has lived through broken dreams and promises. Still lives. Will always live on that hillside, at the center of a world that unfolds all the way to the edges of the canvas. Her people are witches and persecutors, adventures and homebodies, dreamers and pragmatists. Her world is both circumscribed and boundless, a place where the stranger at the door may hold a key to the rest of her life.
What she most wants—what she most truly yearns for—is what any of us want: to be seen.
And look. She is.”
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“We know you stood guard duty at the White House, Reuben. We have film of you urinating behind the bushes.”
― Worm Holes
― Worm Holes
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