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Missi Hippie

"It struck me somewhere along our journey up the river that at that moment all of my life had been leading up to this. To Jacob, who brought me three-thousand miles from home to show me his place, to the field with God’s blessed mushrooms, and to this river, this holy place."

It Would Have Been Nice

"...Julia longed to be at home facing the light blue of her bathtub, with its lavender-scented bubbles and much-too-hot water, ominously waiting the tears that would soon follow. She longed for her wood floors with the area rug that her mother gave her on Christmas, the one from Ross that was dark maroon, the color of the curtains on her front window, the light-blocking curtains that were velvety and dense like the water that she edged into on cold-lonely evenings."