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I liked to be off by myself, away from the eyes of adults who always had some task or errand to demand of an unoccupied child.
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It is a great thing to be young and to live without pain. And yet it is a blessing few of us count until we lose it.
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I have come to think it is a fault in us, to credit what we give in such a case, and never to consider what must be given up in order to receive it. - Bethia Mayfield
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At fifteen, I have taken up the burdens of a woman, and have come to feel I am one. Furthermore, I am glad of it. For I now no longer have the time to fall into such sins as I committed as a girl, when hours that were my own to spend spread before me like a gift.
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I was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.
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One does not have to be a priest to be a man!
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When the madness came, he would be like a man staggering along the rim of the abyss – which was his rage – and when the edge gave way or he missed his step, he might clutch at anyone within reach and drag that person with him over the precipice.
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All the times, all the very many times, I had been forced to thwart and stifle my own nature seemed to gather together then, in that hot and dismal corridor. I heard a rushing sound in my head and felt a pressure in my breast, like floodwaters rising behind a flimsy dike. Before I knew I did it, the soup bowl was rising in my hand as if elevated by some supernatural force. Then, its yellow-gray contents were running down the nurse’s pudgy face.
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But while I fill up my mouth with prayers, they bring no comfort. My words rattle against each other like the last beech leaves on a winter branch, and though a hard wind scours the forest, it cannot free them from the bough; it will not lift them upward into the wide white sky.
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