Yes, yes, here comes that sense of golden possibilities when nothing but the very first sentence stares back at me like a path curving around the bend, daring me to set foot, to follow it into the dark wood, heedless of the uneven trail covered with slick leaves, the steep drop-off to the rocks and rushing water below, the branches reaching to ensnare me. I’ll follow it every time.
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ROSEMARY CLAIRE SMITH 