"Darling when I look at the rope that belongs to Stan and me, so imperfect, so often broken and reconnected, I just assumed all those knots were there to give us something to hang on to."
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"Darling when I look at the rope that belongs to Stan and me, so imperfect, so often broken and reconnected, I just assumed all those knots were there to give us something to hang on to."
Just started on this new book - how apt that the opening scene is in the sun, and I'm sitting at a corner of the library where the sun (and warmth) hits.