What you don't knowis that like most renewableresources I can be translucentone day and broken-downthe next, sharp and then dull.I replenish myself, shed my skinlike the rattlesnake, learn to usenew limbs like the starfish,devour insects and enemieslike the black widow. What youdon't know is that althoughmy eyes appear to stare blanklyforward, words boil inside my head.What you don't knoware the things I left unsaid.I haven't started reading this book yet, but it seems like a good one.I'll let you guys know what it's like when I've finished.Don't know how long it'll take though.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Things Left Unsaid - Stephanie Hemphill
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