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From Mother to Daughter: Advice and Lessons for a Good Life

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“You know, when you talked about good days and bad days, do you think right now counts as the good days?” “It depends. How do you feel right now?” Rania closed her eyes when she said, “I feel strange. I haven’t felt like this for a long time.” Zaheed took a deep breath. “How so?” She shrugged. “Perhaps, it’s because I’m in a whole new place, where I haven’t set my foot before; the air smelt different and I’m talking to a stranger. It made me feel like I’ve just had all my memories erased and replaced with new ones.”

“Pubu embodied femininity--- a perfect powdered face, poppy-red lips, painted brows, and a pleasing form doused in patchouli and amber. Jingling jade and gold bracelets encircled slender white wrists. A pink lotus flower opened and reopened at the crown of her ink-black upswept hair. Mist and waterfall spray covered her low-cut pale blue silk gown while enchanting golden, white, and red goldfish swam along the fabric, bobbing in constant motion.”

“Pubu is the waterfall minor goddess and her familiar is the fantail goldfish. She is the only minor goddess, though it is rumored that two others have faded into memory. She prides herself in her unparalleled beauty and sharp mind. Though she has many mortal male admirers, she prefers immortal company. Her latest failed dalliance with Senlin left her in a precarious position for the upcoming banquet. -- CONCERNING MINOR GODS, EIGHTH SCROLL, GREAT LIBRARY OF XIANLING”

“I might not know much about being a witch per se, but I know this: it's kind of a one-size-fits-all deal. Having gifts, being a wise woman, reading tarot--whatever your witchy quirks might be--those aspects of your life don't disappear just because you're busy for a few years changing diapers and driving kids to soccer practice.”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines, And too often is his gold complexion dimm'd: And every fair from fair sometimes declines, By chance or natures changing course untrimm'd; By thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou growest: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this and this gives life to thee.”

“From too much love of living From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waken, Nor any change of light: Nor sound of waters shaken, Nor any sound or sight: Nor wintry leaves nor vernal, Nor days nor things diurnal; Only the sleep eternal In an eternal night.”