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388 pages, Hardcover
First published June 12, 2014
In books, in songs, in stories love is a floating thing.
A falling thing. A flying thing. A good bye to all your little earthbound worries, as you soar heart-first toward a pink sky and your dangling feet forget to feel the ground.
Only I know, now: it isn’t like that at all.
Love is a sense of place. It’s effortless, no stumbling, no stammering,. It’s your own voice, quite but strong, and the sense that you can open your mouth, speak your mind, and never feel afraid.
A known quantity, a perfect fit.
It’s the thing that holds you tight to earth, fast and solid and sure. You feel it, and feel that it’s right and true, and you know exactly where you are:
Here