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Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
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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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I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
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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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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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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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My timing is off. But I had to get it out. Some things you have to tell, no matter how stupid they may sound. Some things you can't save for later. There might not be a later.
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