![]() "Ada's dreams smelled like fire. They floated away like Chinese paper lanterns if she didn't write them down. She had to trap them with a pen. That was how it started. Not a journal, exactly, but a deck of index cards, scribbled over with encounters..." I've been getting up before the sun lately. It's a different world when almost everyone else is still asleep. And words are different, too, closer to dreams. A good time for pages. Comments are closed.
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Pauline WestPauline West's first novel, EVENING’S LAND, is winner of the Helene Wurlitzer Foundation Award and recipient of the Carol Marie Smith Memorial Scholarship for the NOEPE Center of Literary Arts. Categories
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