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Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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Father says it will come in time. “Time heals,” he says. I don’t tell him that I don’t know what time is.
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Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?
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it is amazin, she thinks, how simple appearances can be created - a rush, a smile, a new coat of paint, a slow, calm voice, a hug, a new dress - a resolve to keep out questions and cling to secrets
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There are all kinds of friends you make in life... But there's something different about someone who spreads their wings with you.
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We all have a dark place in us. It's what we do with it and the choice we make.
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Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.
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It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
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I don't want five hundred billion neural chips. I want guts.
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Maybe we all have a dark place inside of us, a place where dark thoughts and darker dreams live, but it doesn't have to become who we are.
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Percentages! Those are for economists, polls, and politicians. Percentages can't define your identity.
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Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.
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It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.
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I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)
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I used to be someone.
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... Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up
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Boredom reigns on all levels. The rain is a welcome change. I have seen the pond swell and the creek surge. I press my palm against the glass, imagining the drops on my skin, imagining where they started out, where they will go, feeling them like a river, rushing, combining, becoming something greater than how they started out.
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Words have longer lives than people.
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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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On a small planet, where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening, orderly beat -sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, an artist, a scribbler - sometimes the beat is changed one person at a time.
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