Her quietude was not weakness; it was an ardent watchfulness that would be replaced by a roar when required.
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Her quietude was not weakness; it was an ardent watchfulness that would be replaced by a roar when required.
... it occurred to me that we are all unreliable narrators of our own lives, crafting stories about ourselves that omit unsavory truths and highlight our invented identities.
The deeper we each read, the more we would understand about this world