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“Every man must die, Jon Snow. But first he must live.”

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"Time can be slowed if you live deliberately. If you stop and watch sunsets. If you spend time sitting on porches listening to the woods. If you give in to the reality of the seasons." Thomas Christopher Greene, I’ll Never Be Long Gone: A Novel

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"Stories you read when you’re the right age never quite leave you. You may forget who wrote them or what the story was called. Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened, but if a story touches you it will stay with you, haunting the places in your mind that you rarely ever visit." Neil Gaiman

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"The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone." Joan Didion, Blue Nights 

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"Being honest may not get you a lot of friends but it’ll always get you the right ones" John Lennon 

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"My grandmother will die
not knowing about my tattoos.
She will not know me at thirty.
Not meet me at forty five.
Never hold my hands
when they are as worn as hers.

My grandmother will never see me
when I become the woman
she grew into. A woman of
forgiveness, of moving forward,
of wading through rivers when
the bridges built across them
floated in ruins.

There is no tiny woman.
We were all
born from the mud
only to rise out of ash.
You too are forgiveness.
You are survival.
You are the last breath,
the final step.
You are what comes
when what was
is gone."
Woman | Lora Mathis 

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