Friday 56

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"Some of the women spoke of lost husbands, others of friends and family. Some spoke of their parents and others of children half gone from this world, waiting in the north to finish their journey to the next. Each of the women spoke of their passed loved ones intimately, as if they had just seen the dead the other day. When they spoke of Sending, they spoke as if their pilgrimage was just another in a long line of favors they provided their loved one, conducted more from necessity than love."

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Unknown said…
Now I'm wondering just what this book is about? I'll have to explore it.
Here is my 56 - http://fuonlyknew.com/2014/10/03/the-friday-56-39-the-abyss-above-us/
October 3, 2014 at 10:13 AM
Katherine P said…
I was intrigued by the beginning and I'm still intrigued but the language seems a little convoluted. Hope you're enjoying it and thanks for sharing!
October 3, 2014 at 1:17 PM
Breana M. said…
Definitely interesting! :D
October 3, 2014 at 3:47 PM
fredamans said…
I'm intrigued...
Happy weekend Tea!
October 3, 2014 at 4:10 PM
Anonymous said…
This sounds so interesting. I'm going to look it up on Goodreads right now.
October 3, 2014 at 4:59 PM
Yvonne said…
Sounds interesting.
October 3, 2014 at 5:03 PM
Tea said…
Thanks for stopping by. Have a great weekend.
October 4, 2014 at 2:09 AM
Cheryl said…
This sounds like a cool book; like the others, I'm intrigued.

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October 6, 2014 at 2:36 PM
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