When he went back to the fire he knelt and smoothed her hair as she slept and he said if he were… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
Lying under such a myriad of stars. The sea’s black horizon. He rose and walked out and stood barefoot in the sand… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The birds brought seeds & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so… — Brian Andreas Copy Share Image
