“She rested her head on Esther's shoulder and let the fuzzy warmth of her hug flow through her. It was the kind of warmth that clicked your bones back into place, smoothed out your muscles and made your blood sing… — Joy Cowley Copy Share Image
“I learned from her that the people who said you only live once were not readers. As often as you open a book, you… — Joy Cowley Copy Share Image
“See with the eyes of love and a thing becomes beautiful. See with the eyes of hate and things are ugly.” — Joy Cowley Copy Share Image
“She rested her head on Esther's shoulder and let the fuzzy warmth of her hug flow through her. It was the kind of warmth… — Joy Cowley Copy Share Image
