Before, the woods had always done so much for me. Once I could actually go out into the woods and communicate with God, or Nature or something. Now that something didn’t come through. It was just not there anymore. More than ever I began to wonder whether God actually existed. Maybe God changed as the individual changed, or perhaps grew as one grew.
Anne MoodyTags: nature god religion faith autobiography civil-rights coming-of-age-in-mississippi
Even the most beautiful flower, the rose," he argued, "has the thorn that makes it imperfect.
Lynetta HalatTags: romance coming-of-age-novel new-adult-romance coming-of-age-in-mississippi
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