“Oona was still learning, everytime she leaped no matter the year someone important would be absent from life. Every year bittersweet. But it would be okay. There would be bad days, there always would. But she’d collect these good days, each one illuminated, and string them together until they glowed brightly in her memory.”

“Oona was still learning, everytime she leaped no matter the year someone important would be absent from life. Every year bittersweet. But it would be okay. There would be bad days, there always would. But she’d collect these good days, each one illuminated, and string them together until they glowed brightly in her memory.”

— Margarita Montimore