I marveled at how they were all closed up, asleep with their secrets unseen until you reached up and took the book down from the shelf.
Deborah LawrensonTag: books-reading
Some scents sparkle and then quickly disappear, like the effervescence of ctirus zestor a bright note of mint.
Deborah LawrensonTag: descriptive-prose
It is what it is. Either walk on, or accept.
Deborah LawrensonWhen I as reading and writing, I was in that exhilarating place where the life of the imagination is more real than the tiles and soil and rock under my feet.
Deborah LawrensonWe are so many different people in one lifetime.
Deborah LawrensonEven as winter comes, mornings are crisp, and the big, blue sky seems to hang newly washed over the sea of hills.
Deborah LawrensonTag: descriptive-prose
I have heard it said that a happy childhood is a curse, because what follows can never measure up. All I can say is, those people must want too much; they can't accept that life is a series of struggles and that happiness can be found in overcoming them, drawing strength from the reserves laid down in the good years.
Deborah LawrensonTag: life happiness childhood struggles
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