The richness of the human journey is here. Listen. Pass it on. So that there will not pass from our future the enchantment that begins with the honored words, Once upon a time, long ago and far away, in a deep forest, there lived a child – much like you. – Anon.
Every time I say sure when I mean no, every time I smile brightly when Im exploding with rage, every time I imagine my mans achievement is my own, I know the cheerleader never really died. I feel her shaking her ass inside me and I hear her breathless, girlish voice mutter T-E-A-M, Yea, Team. – Louise Bernikow
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