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“Suppose none of us ever left â€� how would we ever create new ways if we're held back in the old?"

Mother balked. "And what do you think happens to us who never leaves home, Sylvie � you think we grows stagnant like bog water? Sir, the things she says."

"I didn't mean it like that �"

"Praise the lord, I hope not, for there's not a minute in a day when the water's not changing its colour or the wind don't touch me differently. You don't have to go off to find newness, if that's what you're saying. Newness grows out of every day â€� no matter where you're standing, for them with eyes to see it.”
― Donna Morrissey, What They Wanted