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It was a synchronous meeting that brought Shiny Bits and me together—a cosmic kind of fate, something written in the stars. ✨ I feel we were meant to meet, meant to dance together on this journey. I don’t even have to look far to see the signs: yesterday, no sooner had this book announcement crossed my mind, when all of a sudden a monarch butterfly (unusual for winter) fluttered right by me. I am truly honored to have been chosen by this book—and I hope its readers fall as beautifully in love with it as I have. ❤️

“Since moving to the states from England, my family has vacationed in Galveston, Texas each summer. My dream of owning my own little house by the sea came true years later. The remote rural, coastal town of Bolivar, Texas was so different from where I was brought up, but when we bought a beach house there, I fell in love with the authentic beauty of the peninsula and its inhabitants.
Every one of us is somebody’s shiny bit.” – Georgina Key, Author, Shiny Bits in Between


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