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“Your heart's voice is your true voice. It is easy to ignore it, for sometimes it says what we'd rather it did not - and it is so hard to risk the things we have. But what life are we living, if we don't live by our hearts? Not a true one. And the person living it is not the true you.”

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Book:The Highland Witch
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The Highland Witch

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Susan Fletcher
Susan Fletcher

Susan Fletcher is an American novelist born in 1979. Her works are acclaimed for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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