“I wondered if my head and heart would ever reconcile, or whether I'd just cursed myself to relive this moment for the… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“No. You surpass us all." Beside me she looked colorless and frail. "You are like a living rose among wax flowers. We… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“But that was the problem with the old me, I was coming to realize. She'd accepted that behaving correctly meant not being… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
“I was alive in a way I never had been before, in a world that no longer felt stale but instead crackled… — Margaret Rogerson Copy Share Image
