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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.

Mary E. Pearson

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Mary E. Pearson
Age: 69
Born: 1955
Born: August 14
Teacher
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Mary E. Pearson
M.E. Pearson
Friends
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Pieces. Isn't that what all of life is anyway? Shards. Bits. Moments. Am I less because I have fewer, or do the few I have mean more?
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It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.
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...and time becomes a forgotten detail.
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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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Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.
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I used to be someone.
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When your life has had few events to occupy it, it's amazing how a simple encounter can seem like an entire three-act play.
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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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Multiple closets for different needs. Overkill.
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One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.
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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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I thought grandmothers had to like you. It’s a law or something.
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A single gentle rain makes the grass many shades greener. So our prospects brighten . . .
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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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I wonder at the weight of a Sparrow.
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I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.
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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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