“She’d never felt the stirrings of passion he brought out of her. She’d never felt as though she were bursting into pieces, a super nova shattering with light. She would relish this time because who knew when—if—she would ever feel… — Sibylla Matilde Copy Share Image
“Indeed, everything that could hum, or buzz, or sing, or bloom had a part in my education--noisy-throated frogs, katydids and crickets held in my hand until, forgetting their embarrassment, they trilled their reedy note, little downy chickens and wildflowers, the… — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
