Bridget had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Michael had a hankering after immortality which made him a dreamer. And that was the great difference between these two Austin transplants who loved each other so well.
This story is what I need more of. Enough of the cynical, enough of the individual. Give me positivity. Give me community.
This story is honest and just, the characters are noble.
This story has, to use the author's word, probity.
This story taught me the meaning of 'solons', a meaning I may not remember next time it may be called upon.
This story is what Maine embodies.
I am thankful for this story like I am thankful for Maine.