Life Quote by Hope Nicholson

““It’s a cool morning, raining out, and you’re a thirty-eight-year-old woman who can’t remember a thing about her life. A strange amnesia, one you never notice until moments like this, when you’re asked to recall what made you—and all you have is a dark space where memories should be. Your mind is never so quiet as when you reach for the past. You would think a predator is near. You would think a vast part of you is hiding. Praying not to be seen, even by you.””

Hope Nicholson

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“You remember: countless drives by night, two hours north or south from home to your grandparents’ house and back again, you in the back seat with your head on a pillow staring out the window at the stars, so lost in your imagination, so lost in some powerful adventure of your devising, so caught up in the lives of men…

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