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It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride
Rebecca Wells
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What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that's it?
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Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them
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Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead
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There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other
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