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He patted his belly again. “Life is for living and enjoying. I don’t regret one inch of this beauty.”
“It makes no difference what anyone calls me. I know exactly who I am.”
“You can’t give up something that brings you joy just because it is difficult. Or because there may be a risk.
If I had been born a man, they would have called me an apothecary. Perhaps even a doctor, if I’d had the training. But because I was born a woman, they called me a witch instead. To ignorant men, every gifted woman is a witch.”
“Words can do anything,” she said. “A kind word can fix a person’s spirit. A cruel one can break a person’s heart. Wicked words have caused wars, and honest words have made peace. Why shouldn’t they be able to heal?”
You have seen only my most fortunate outcomes. But do not mistake a few successes for an unblemished past.”
Oh, how she wanted to be that woman again—a woman who, yes, had suffered losses, but whose heart had not yet been broken beyond repair. A woman who was curious and hopeful and who still believed in the glimmers of magic that made their way quietly into the world.
Together, they had kept each other warm. Together, they had turned something dark into light.
“I can only hope that this new world is kinder to women like us than the old one.”
She believed that the world still held a bit of magic for those who were patient and wise enough to wait.
