“...his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.” — Eleanor Cameron Copy Share Image
“...his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.” — Eleanor Cameron Copy Share Image
“And I sometimes think that a moment of touching is the difference between complete utter despair and the ability to carry on.” — Eleanor Cameron Copy Share Image
