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“One team takes their shirts off, the other leaves them on," said Paulie. "I vote Rosa is on the shirts-off team." "In your dreams," she said. His gaze gave her the once-over. "You guessed it." "Go shampoo your brain, Paulie”

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Summer by the Sea

This book is a poignant tale that unfolds against the backdrop of a picturesque seaside town. It delves into the complexities of human emotions, as characters navigate through the joys and sorrows of life's journey. The narrative weaves a tapestry of personal growth and the enduring power of relationships. more

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Susan Wiggs
Susan Wiggs

Susan Wiggs is an American author born on May 17, 1958. Her works primarily focus on family, love, and community life, and she is beloved by readers for her warm emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. more

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“Sit still with me in the shade of these green trees, which have no weightier thought than the withering of their leaves when autumn arrives, or the stretching of their many stiff fingers into the cold sky of the passing winter. Sit still with me and meditate on how useless effort is, how alien the will, and on how our very meditation is no more useful than effort, and no more our own than the will. Meditate too on how a life that wants nothing can have no weight in the flux of things, but a life the wants everything can likewise have no weight in the flux of things, since it cannot obtain everything, and to obtain less than everything is not worthy of souls that seek the truth.”

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