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What we feel always contains its own truth, and darkness almost always harbors some bit of goodness tucked out of sight, waiting for an unexpected light to shine, to reveal it in its deepest hiding place.

I'm currently doing an audio book (for Sight into Sound Radio) of this wonderful collection of essays, and this quote especially resonated with me in relation to shiny bits in between. Renkl is a beautiful writer who weaves stories of her family and past with observations of the natural world, often to profound effect. Although I finished my book before I read this, her lyrical language, sense of place, and distillation of what is most important in life will hopefully resonate with my own readers in shiny bits.

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