That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--everything from a baby up to twenty years old. Sometimes I wonder if all that might still be inside it. Got to make an impression on a thing, reflecting the same person every day.
That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--every… - David Wroblewski
That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--every…
- David Wroblewski
That was how it was, sometimes. You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you an… - David Wroblewski
That was how it was, sometimes. You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you an…
Nothing is going to happen to me, or you, for that matter. Anything can happen, though. Anything can happen. But most always, just normal things happ… - David Wroblewski
Nothing is going to happen to me, or you, for that matter. Anything can happen, though. Anything can happen. But most always, just normal things happ…
In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light. - David Wroblewski
In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light.
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It cou… - David Wroblewski
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It cou…
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for m… - David Wroblewski
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for m…
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That… - David Wroblewski
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That…
Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through a… - David Wroblewski
Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through a…
It is as true for the writer as for the reader that any novel worth its ink should be an experience first and foremost—not an essay, not a statement,… - David Wroblewski
It is as true for the writer as for the reader that any novel worth its ink should be an experience first and foremost—not an essay, not a statement,…
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