January 2009
Intermediate to advanced
141 pages
2h 23m
English
Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I’d pictured it like a pilot light burning inside a person. Or a squashy substance, like a piece of clay or dental mold, which collected the sum of a person’s experiences—a million indentations of happiness, desperation, fear, all the small piercings of beauty we’ve ever known.
—Sue Monk Kidd, The Mermaid Chair
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