As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distra — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distra — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distra — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distra — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distra — Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

As time passed from solstice to mild solstice in those occluded zones of my early childhood, I played beneath the distracted majesty of my mother's blue-eyed gaze. With her eyes on me I felt as if I were being studied by flowers.

— Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

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