December 13, 2011 02:36:26 PM
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Danielle
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And so she set out to find peace, as oil wells now sheeted across the ocean of her inner life. But then we all have missing parts, things we want to fill up with clean pure water. She looked at her daughter, a little jewel putting blocks in boxes, her legs spread out in the crystalline sunlight. Nothing could have brought her farther from her original plan. He wasn’t supposed to do what he had done to them.
Comments [1]
from “norman”: if “farther” is both a verb (esp. transitive) and noun (esp. variant), too many sad truths have taken possession of daughters, where mother stands around merely adjective
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