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down arrow" data-animation-override="" id="yui_3_17_2_1_1585462301643_61"> "She couldn’t be farther from her office, with black mud on her boots and under her fingernails. An osprey spread its wings and sailed over the top of the tall marsh grass, dipping like a white dream out of sight. She could sit here forever, surrounded by nothing but earth, and billowing grey sky, and salt water. The thunder shouted for her to cry, to release the universe hidden in her lungs, empty herself withthe storm.
Sometimes she imagined a small boy walking on the rocky beach, his pale hair tousled and curling. His eyes would be sharp and happy and wise, and his little hands would fit in the palm of her own." - Memory of Glass, December 2017BOOKS
Debut Release Spring 2019 DEAREST READER, I'VE THOUGHT OF YOU FOR YEARS. EVER SINCE I PUT THE FIRST WORD TO PAPER - IMAGINED IT BEING READ, SOMEWHERE, BY A STRANGER WITH A KIND FACE AND A KIND SOUL. I CAN'T PRETEND THAT MY HEART ISN'T IN THIS WORK. THESE BOOKS ARE AS MUCH A PART OF ME AS MY EYES OR MY SMILE OR MY VOICE. I'M GIVING LITTLE PIECES OF MYSELF AWAY. AND I LIKE TO THINK THAT'S PART OF THE MAGIC. AND ISN'T THAT WHAT LOVE IS? AND IF I CAN MAKE YOU SMILE, OR CRY, OR FEEL SOMETHING, OR RECOGNIZE YOUR STORY IN A NEW WAY THAT MAKES YOUR LIFE MORE LIVED, EVEN FOR A MOMENT - I WILL HAVE LOVED WELL. EVEN ONE-HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW. YEAH, THAT'S MAGIC. Brenna Lauren signature" data-animation-override="" id="yui_3_17_2_1_1585462301643_86">ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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