The Great Alone

by Kristin Hannah

Nature never deceives us; it is always we who deceive ourselves.

A girl was like a kite; without her mother’s strong, steady hold on the string, she might just float away, be lost somewhere among the clouds.

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That was how change came, she supposed: in the quiet of things unspoken and truths unacknowledged.