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“It is how the story goes. Stories don’t have to be true to contain truth,”
“The truth is, there isn’t one right answer. Cut this bush in a million ways, and it will grow despite or because of you. The trick isn’t to find the answer but to search for an answer.
Freedom that relies on controlling others is hardly freedom.”
I helped myself to a fistful of stale bread as the morning light spilled through the trees. Light danced over the choppy river, and its serenity struck me as odd. The world didn’t feel capable of beauty, yet there it was.
As he lay on his bedroll, he stared into the winding peak of the hallow. For turns, he had seen the trees twist their way into each other. These separate lives grew into one. The magic of it still hadn’t ceased these many nights later. Maybe he and the girl were not so different than the trees.
“The older you get, the more you’ll realize that no one knows what they are doing. We get by however we can. Besides, plans usually turn to shit.”
“Worry reminds the mind of a moment. Wisdom knows one moment always precedes the next.”
My father hadn’t been one for large displays. When he held me, we became a quiet world on to ourselves. The sun and stars spun around us, one solid mass holding everything in place.
