Mama: You’re my knight in shimmering armour. Did you know that?
Gilbert: I think you mean shining.
Mama: No. Shimmering. You shimmer and you glow.
“I record my life, sifting and trying to separate what is real from what I’ve dreamed. I have decided not to tell you what is fact versus what is unfact primarily because (a) I am giving you a portrait of the essence of me. come with me, reader.
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