. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, — Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, — Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, — Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, — Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, — Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

. . . I suppose one starts out, as a child, being romantic and dreaming of adventure. Poetic. Then reality comes along, and with it, a whole lot of prose.

— Roberta Pearce, A Bird Without Wings

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