September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time and it is never the last time.

September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time and it is never the last time.
Catherynne M. Valente

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Yes Marya thought the smell of woodsmoke and old snow pushing back her long black hair. Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear the real world gets quieter and quieter until you can hardly hear it at all.
- Catherynne M. Valente
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When one is traveling everything looks brighter and lovelier. That does not mean it IS brighter and lovelier it just means that sweet kindly home suffers in comparison to tartedup foreign places with all their jewels on.
- Catherynne M. Valente

September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time and it is never the last time. Catherynne M. Valente

September had never been betrayed before. She did not even know what to call the feeling in her chest so bitter and sour. Poor child. There is always a first time and it is never the last time.
Catherynne M. Valente