Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire. — Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire. — Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire. — Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire. — Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire. — Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
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Sometimes writing is just rubbing words together long enough to make a fire.

— Gillian Marchenko, Sun Shine Down: A Memoir
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