In the Land of Memory, the time is always Now. In the Kingdom of Ago, the clocks tick . . . but their hands never move. There is an Unfound Door (O lost) and memory is the key which opens it.

If you ever find yourself presented with a fork in the road of life and you do not know the correct direction, close your eyes and listen to your heart. I have found more adventure, more love, more happiness, and more life by listening to who I am, rather than attempting to tell myself.

Obviously somebody had been appallingly incompetent and he hoped to God it wasn’t him.

Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions

Written By Louisa May Alcott

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