You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home — Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home — Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home — Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home — Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home — Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
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You can go other places, all right - you can live on the other side of the world, but you can't ever leave home

— Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
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