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"You'd kill him?"
Roland's smile was wintry in the moonlight. Merciless.
"Without a moment's hesitation," said he.

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I've been indulging myself by re-reading Robin Wall Kimmerer's 'Braiding Sweetgrass' this weekend. It's such a gift to look at the world through her eyes.

"When we braid sweetgrass, we are braiding the hair of Mother Earth, showing her our loving attention, our care for her beauty and well-being, in gratitude for all she has given us."
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"Only when I was young did I believe that it was important to remember what happened in every novel I read. Now I know the truth: what matters is what you experience while reading, the states of feeling that the story evokes, the questions that rise to your mind, rather than the fictional events described." -- from 'The Vulnerables' by Sigrid Nunez

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"I may be a woman but when you stare at me, I dare to stare back, resolute." -- from 'I, Mona Lisa' by Natasha Solomons

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“We cut down the trees out of fear,” he continued, “but cutting down the trees releases our worst nightmares back into the atmosphere. This is a far more terrifying situation than before because now there is nowhere to hide. There is no way to run. There’s no escape.” -- from Jennifer Croft's 'The Extinction of Irena Rey'
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"Many tried to describe her indescribable aura. Some said it was akin to fine filaments of strummed silver that hovered over her dark cascading hair. Others were reminded of the southern lights, brilliant streaks that hissed across her deep-sky eyes. Still others said her fingers were like holy spinnerets, that her every nimble gesture was an act of brilliant, captivating love." -- from 'The Extinction of Irena Rey' by Jennifer Croft

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