“Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.” – Neil Gaiman, Blueberry Girl
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“Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.” – Neil Gaiman, Blueberry Girl
“Little Boy, you remind me how… so much depends on days made of now.” – Alison McGhee, Little Boy