The one consistent interest, passion and obsession of her life was books—even on the night of the fire. While people had often disappointed her, books never did. She was seldom without a stack of ten or more unread library books; a hedge against the reality she could not face.
Ann Rule, Bitter Harvest
彷彿是我的寫照。
一條泥土路，每週必經。Schedule調動後，許久沒過。念念不忘之際，趁著閒逛去Ann Arbor，特別繞行此徑。 途中，突然看到黃色野花遍野，有種廉價的寂靜。廉價，是因為黃綠得太過普遍？ 緊接著，又看到鮮豔的花紅，在藍紫與黃綠間招搖著沒人理睬的喧嘩。
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