We are always leaving home to reconstitute home. We are always going into the woods, and there are always wolves.
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Maybe I am the only 2017 YA debut feeling lost this year. Maybe I’m the only one feeling despondent. Maybe this is just me, and depression, and a tough second book sinking in the ocean all by myself.
Read MoreA little tiny bottle of shampoo transported me away this morning.
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