All, I feel compelled to say this, based on a letter I received from a teenage girl thanking me for a section in my novel, “The Language of Trees”. So I need to send a message to a certain group of girls. And it is this:
To all the girls who ran wild at 17, that let their hair grow long and flung it boldly in the rain, who dyed their hair, who snuck out of windows and stayed out too late, who drank and smoked and danced too much, to those who may have hurt themselves, who may have gone too far with boys they didn’t love, who suffered under judgmental glares praying for invisibility, to those girls who jumped off bridges into cold rivers and swam, who wore too much eye-liner, who fought, who loved, who fell, who made mistakes, and got up again, and ran, untethered, to where and to what they couldn’t have known, to all of you I want to implore you: Take heart, because you have passion, you, who will ultimately prove your place in things, you, who will ultimately bring magic and change to the world.
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