The four of us are wild; 
taking on writing with gentle hands, practicing thanks in everything, splattering paint angrily on canvases, racing down roads in summertime, climbing grasping trees in wintertime.

And we're curious, always curious.

Stephanie: Gentle. Lyrical. Poet.

Clary: Passionate. Fiery. Overalls.

Rachel: Painted splattered jeans.

Alison: Fashion. Ballet. Flowers.

Look, the world can be a tricky place. If you're struggling today, best-friend fights or failed algebra test or financial woes or significant-other fears, we want you to take a deep breath. Then another. And another. Smile through your tears. Stretch your fingers out wide, reaching for sunlight or moonlight. Next, whisper things your thankful for, whether it's seeing the moon with its womb all swollen, or the smell of chocolate-chip cookies baking, or toes pressed against blankets.

We're thankful for you.
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this chapter was very different styllistically, but we like how the transition of style coincides with Eliza's mental transitions as she struggles. Let us know what you think, and tell your friends i...
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