Truth in Fiction - Wild Awake by Hilary T. Smith

Wild Awake
There are no mistakes, I realize - just detours whose significance only become clear when you see the whole picture at once. p. 217

People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is the postcard glimpse of  a floodlit statue or a skyline. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.

I am the Librarian of Life Experiences. I am the Curator of Truth. p. 295

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