You have to DIE a  few times
before u can really LIVE

Feeling the wind in your hair, the gentle sea waves brushing your feet, and your hand entwined in the hand of a loved one are all blessings.

She couldn't have told you whether it was because she was afraid, or because such a voice in the darkness seemed of necessity a boon; but she listened to him as she had never listened before; his words dropped deep into her soul.

I know what I want. A full belly, a contented heart, and a place in this world.

Written By Karen Cushman

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