Chapter 15 - Heather Rosie

She had opened her mind to the words the way an eye used to darkness, veiled with its lashes, opens cautiously to the light, and, finding it even a little blinding, closes itself too late. The light had come, and come invincibly, even after the eye had renounced it. It was too late to unsee.

—Hannah Green, I Never Promised You a Rose Garden

Suggested browsing song: St. Therese of the Roses by Malcolm Vaughan

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