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No one here gets out alive.

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Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.

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To share is precious, pure and fair. Don't play with something you should cherish for life. Don't you wanna care, ain't it lonely out there?

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Once ruffle-skirted vanity table where I primped at thirteen, opening drawers to a private chaos of eyeshadows lavender teal sky-blue, swarms of hair pins pony tail fasteners, stashes of powders, colonies of tiny lipsticks (p.39)

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Oh. She heard it too-no waters coursing, canyon empty, sun soundless- and the beast your life nowhere hiding (p. 103)

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I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

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Blue-gold sky, fresh cloud, emerald-black mountain, trees on rocky ledges, on the summit, the tiny pin of a telephone tower-all brilliantly clear, in shadow and out. And on and through everything everywhere the sun shines without reservation (p. 97)

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Am I more afraidOf taking a chance andlearning I'm somebodyI don't know, or of risking new territory, only to find I'm the sameold me? There is comfortin the tried and true. Breaking groundmight uncover a sinkhole, one impossible to climb outof. And setting sail inuncharted watersmight mean capsizing intoa sea monster's jaws. Easier to turn my back onthese thingsthan to try tjem and fail. And yet, a whisper insistsI need to know if they are oraren't integral to me. Status quo is a swamp. And stagnation is slow death.

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