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“It was more work than it seemed, looking through a telescope, as the Earth was continually moving and you had to move along with it. You don't realize how fast this acutally happens, and it's kind of both creepy and wonderful when you stop to think about it. And it makes you realize there's absolutely no way to avoid change. You can sit there and cross your arms and refuse it, but underneath you, things are still spinning away.”

Quote by Deb Caletti

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Love Is All You Need: Wild Roses; The Nature of Jade

This novel delves into the multifaceted nature of love, using the imagery of wild roses and jade to symbolize the beauty and fragility of human relationships. The story weaves through various characters, each experiencing love in their own unique way, amidst a backdrop rich with the natural beauty of roses and the enduring qualities of jade. more

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Deb Caletti
Deb Caletti

Deb Caletti is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often delve into the emotional and challenging aspects of adolescence, enjoying great popularity among young readers. more

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