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Jeannette Walls

  • b5596627683har citeretfor 10 måneder siden
    Her long hair was streaked with gray, tangled and matted, and her eyes had sunk deep into their sockets, but still she reminded me of the mom she'd been when I was a kid, swan-diving off cliffs and painting in the desert and reading Shakespeare aloud.
  • b5596627683har citeretfor 9 måneder siden
    "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty."
  • b5596627683har citeretfor 9 måneder siden
    Poor old Venus didn't even make her own light, Dad said.
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    "Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten," Dad said, "you'll still have your stars."
  • b5596627683har citeretfor 9 måneder siden
    Some followed Mom around like stray dogs.

    I don’t like how she described thus

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