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“Is it just the three of you?” I asked. “Aren’t there any men?” “Men! hooted Old Mrs. Hempstock. “I dunno what blessed good a man would be! Nothing a man could do around this farm that I can’t do twice … Continue reading

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Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences. I … Continue reading

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I was not happy as a child, although from time to time I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.—Neil Gaiman/The Ocean At The End Of The Lane

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I wished my family would buy normal sliced white bread, the kind that went into toasters, like every other family I knew. My father had found a local baker’s shop where they made thick loaves of heavy brown bread, and … Continue reading

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One of the men told me he was a policeman, but he wasn’t wearing a uniform, which I thought was disappointing: if I were a policeman, I was certain, I would wear my uniform whenever I could. —Neil Gaiman/The Ocean … Continue reading

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