Sue Monk Kidd
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At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom wall and flew circles around the room, making that propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt the longing build in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying for the feel of the wind, split my heart down its seam. ✨ Barbara Taylor Bradford, Sue Monk Kidd (2001). Of love and life: three novels selected and condensed by Reader's Digest

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