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All houses are haunted. All persons are haunted. Throngs of spirits follow us everywhere. We are never alone. —Barney Sarecky
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the weather and ocean gave as easily as they took.
The veil separating her from death was so painfully thin now that spirits were just as easy to see as the living.
“Our thoughts,” she often said, “manifest in our lives.”
“Sometimes the wounds are so deep it’s best to leave them be. Trying to repair them only makes it worse.” “Perhaps, but we’ve got to try.” Lucy looked up at the peeling siding and the shutters with the broken slats. “I’d like to think anything could be mended.”
Promises are like butterflies. Beautiful. Colorful. Easily crushed and broken.
“Grief makes us do stupid, hurtful things, Lucy. A wounded soul can be a very selfish one.”
She wanted to be so needed that they could never think of sending her away.
The land is far too rugged to be like home, but the ocean is close, and it smells exactly the same.”
To have her sister with her, and to have a piece of who she had once been, felt too good
“Of all the children, you were the one that fought me the most. The world tried its best to change us, but it seems we’re exactly as we’ve always been.”
He was afraid to celebrate his daughter’s birth, because loving always led to loss.
