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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave If she[…] had known how much her first half-inch beginning to let go would take - and how long her noticing and renouncing owning and her turning her habits, and beginning the slimmest self-mastery whose end was nowhere in sight - would she have begun? - Quote by Annie Dillard

If she[…] had known how much her first half-inch beginning to let go would take – and how long her noticing and renouncing owning and her turning her habits, and beginning the slimmest self-mastery whose end was nowhere in sight – would she have begun?

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So live. I'll be the nun for you. I am now.
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