I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try and capture the colored light.… — Karen Cushman Copy Share Image
“The room fractured into shards of colored light. Red… gold… green… and blue shimmered, then blurred into unrecognizable colors as they wound tightly around our bodies. Then everything exploded… the lights… the room… our bodies... into a million beautifully broken… — K.S. Ruff Copy Share Image
