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Maureen Johnson

13 Little Blue Envelopes - Maureen Johnson

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    All the early morning gray and lavender was burning off fast, and a bright blue sky blossomed above her.
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    Overhead, intricate patterns of lights and wire had been webbed between every streetlight, forming pictures of musical notes and sleighs.
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    There was something so good about the morning that they could be silent and just drink in the sun and enjoy their own behavior.
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    The water under them was a crayon-bright turquoise—the kind of color she’d never believed water could be.
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    They slugged through the water at a slow enough pace to allow seabirds to land on the deck, rest, and then take off again.
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    There’s nothing quite like a long, slow boat ride to clear your thoughts, Gin. A good, slow ferry that takes its time and leaves you baking in the sun off the coast of Italy.
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    It lasted for about four minutes, and pretty soon it was, “No shoe should be judged by its footprint, for the foot has a print of its own.”
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    I’ve never had a good memory for quotes. I’ve always tried to remember them, but it never works out.
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    The really astonishing thing was, as she heard her own voice echoing around the huge bar, it almost sounded right.
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    The sun hung steadily in the sky, only condescending to drop to a twilight level but never disappearing from view.
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    You see, we spend much of the year in darkness, Virginia. And then we are bathed in light, constant light. The sun bounces in the sky but never goes down.
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    Ginny nodded and watched the windmills furiously spinning. They looked like mad, overgrown metal daisies. A bright orange sun gleamed behind them, shooting sharp and silvery beams off the blades.
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    Ginny liked the tram. It was like an overgrown toy train that had gotten loose on the streets.
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    She looked out the window and saw the Netherlands wobbling by—its ancient houses and constant canals and people in practical shoes.
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    Best of all, it had two beds made up in fluffy white comforters that still held the lingering scent of detergent.
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    There were three named wings to choose from—Denon, Sully, and Richelieu.
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    She ate these one after the other, sending visible gasps of orange oil into the air of the cabin as she peeled them, flooding the air with a citrusy smell.
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    They are drawn to me. I am the North Pole, and they are the explorers of love.
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    I want you to ask a Roman boy out for cake.
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    She told herself to stop thinking about it, changed for bed, and lay awake, listening to the Roman traffic out on the street.
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