Read all the books (that we haven’t read already) on the USA or Brooklyn map/list.
Possible reading challenge for Dad and me next summer.
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As a mystery quietly begins.
Winter never altogether vanishes, even in the warmest summer. You can always find it lingering, if you look.
And a little bit later.
But when you find your soul, you have to go. When you find your true shape, when the wind lifts you up, when you remember who you are, you have to go.
Both from Summer and Bird by Katherine Catmull.