“The high fear was over, and nothing was left but the fear that never stops, the one that asks and asks, *How shall I stay alive today?*” — Betsy James Copy Share Image
“The soul’s hand has an eye. *Carved on a rain-worn stone.* Welling-in-the-Mountains.” — Betsy James Copy Share Image
“The high fear was over, and nothing was left but the fear that never stops, the one that asks and asks, *How shall I… — Betsy James Copy Share Image
