Here’s a picture of their house as it was then.
I’ve never liked New Years. The trouble with beginnings is that there’s no such thing. p 10
She said cryptically, “It used to be wild here. And green.”
It’s so weird how life is so full of moving around— people coming and going, people passing by each other all day long. You never know which person’s going to steal your heart. You never know which place is going to settle your soul. All you can do is look. And hope. And believe. P 307
In an hour or so a boy dropped us off at the foot of a muddy embankment.
“I can so fit in this basket.”
She rises and stands looking out at the waves, overcome with the beauty. Her mind feels raw and receptive. She experiences a wide-open thankfulness, an unmediated wonder at the world. p 338
“My baby buys me things, you know, she buys me diamond rings…”
I stood at the top of the orchard and took one picture after another, lowering the camera in between to sigh and breathe the chill, pink air.
At some point I became aware of Toby standing off to one side of the outermost trees, watching me. P 26
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