the joy and love were so tangible that Meg felt that if she only knew where to reach she could touch it with her bare hands.

We have travelled into the past and returned to find that our present is not quite the same as we left it. Atticus Finch will never again be the white knight we once thought him.  And yet the mockingbird still sings — no longer a song of innocence, but maybe one of experience; a song that combines sorrow, forgiveness — and, ultimately, a kind of hope.

I'm multitasking:
I can listen
Ignore and forget at the same time

We must find him...Some harm will fall upon our friend in his craziness. We must search through the whole world until we find him.

Written By John Steinbeck

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