There was no escaping what he had realized as he fought for warmth in the night. With or without him,the moon and the wind would go on, rising and falling. The land would keep stretching ahead until it hit the… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
“Harold walked with these strangers and listened. He judged no one, although as the day wore on, and time and places began to melt, he couldn't remember if the tax inspector wore no shoes or had a parrot on his… — Rachel Joyce Copy Share Image
