She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of… — Jerry Spinelli Copy Share Image
“And I never felt more alive, until I spread my wings and flew away. Flew away with the ravens. It was then… — The Red Raven Copy Share Image
In every message she spoke of birds, of flight, of the world away. Even back then, she flew against what was presented… — Lisa See Copy Share Image
