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Instead Of Idleness, Vanity, Or An Intellect Formed By The Spoon-feeding Of Others, My Girls Have Acquired Energy, Industry, And Independence.

Write What You Know. Every Guide For The Aspiring Author Advises This. Because I Live In A Long-settled Rural Place, I Know Certain Things. I Know The Feel Of A Newborn Lamb's Damp, Tight-curled Fleece And The Sharp Sound A Well-bucket Chain Makes As It Scrapes On Stone. But More Than These Material Things, I Know The Feelings That Flourish In Small Communities. And I Know Other Kinds Of Emotional Truths That I Believe Apply Across The Centuries.

She Was Like A Butterfly, Full Of Color And Vibrancy When She Chose To Open Her Wings, Yet Hardly Visible When She Closed Them.

My Sentences Tend To Be Very Short And Rather Spare. I'm More Your Paragraph Kind Of Gal.

And So, As Generally Happens, Those Who Have Most Give Least, And Those With Less Somehow Make Shrift To Share.