“Being a thinker was a various thing. Sometimes you felt like a turtle, with a nice, private built-in place to shelter. Other times it was like having a bucket stuck on your head, making the world clang and echo and… — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“The daisies and buttercups nodded in the breeze, like skinny-necked old ladies listening to dance music. What if necessary evil had an opposite? This… — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“Being a thinker was a various thing. Sometimes you felt like a turtle, with a nice, private built-in place to shelter. Other times it… — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
“What if necessary evil had an opposite? This is what it would be. This unnecessary good.” — Tricia Springstubb Copy Share Image
