My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves ano — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves ano — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves ano — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves ano — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves ano — Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
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My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.

— Laura Anderson Kurk, Perfect Glass
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