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That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby." I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.Norma Fox Mazer
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All the inane, meaningless noises people make that pass for intelligent conversation. They might as well be pigs grunting in the pen. (92)Norma Fox Mazer