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“...that strange turbulence that rises when you begin to wash up on the island of your own little self and you don't see how you could ever sustain yourself there.” quote by Sue Monk Kidd — Download Open image

““...that strange turbulence that rises when you begin to wash up on the island of your own little self and you don't see how you could ever sustain yourself there.””

Sue Monk Kidd

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