Black Dove, White Raven, by Elizabeth Wein
These are just stories, you know. They are part of what we are, but they are not the real thing. All this year I have been thinking, What would White Raven do? And today, every time I thought it, I just didn't care what White Raven would do. So today I've just done what I would do. I've just done what I think is right.
I'm not going to stop making up stories. But I'm thinking they are not always just a maze to get lost in so you can run away from real life. They can just as well be maps to help you navigate.
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