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“He saw the kind of beauty yellow flowers have growing over a carpet of dead leaves. The beauty of cracks forming a mosaic in a dry riverbed, of emerald-green algae at the base of a seawall, of a broken shard from a blue bottle. The beauty of a window smudged with tiny prints. The beauty of wild weeds.”
― Michelle Cuevas, Beyond the Laughing Sky

“Sorgan tried his very best not to think about how long it must have taken for a stream that small to eat its way down through solid rock to form its current bed. Sorgan knew exactly what the word 鈥渉undred鈥� meant, but when numbers wandered off toward 鈥渢housand鈥濃€攐r even 鈥渕illion鈥濃€攁nd the people who used those terms were talking about years, Sorgan鈥檚 mind shied back in horror.”
― David Eddings, Crystal Gorge