“How had Dorothy felt the day after she'd come back from Oz? Sure, she'd woken up that first morning in Kansas and said with a big smile, "There's no place like home!" But what about the next morning, and the next? Had she felt disoriented? Like some unseen woodworker had carved away pieces of her, glued on new ones, so that she no longer fit in her old, worn groove?”
Book:Love Walked In