'The wild flowers I encountered now were more a common bunch, growing as they did in bright blankets...As I passed them, I felt the presence of my mother so acutely that I had the sensation that she was there; once I even had to pause to look around for her before I could go on."
--Cheryl Strayed
From Wild (p.90)
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