“Mrs. Roche carried everything she was thinking in the climbing arches of her drawn-on eyebrows, and they climbed extra high, with more… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“Seasons turned, apple blossoms blushed and withered, fruit swelled and dropped, snow fell and melted, and children grew to bear children of their own,… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“A memory was a thing with no shape, no mass, but an indescribable weight.” — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“Mrs. Roche carried everything she was thinking in the climbing arches of her drawn-on eyebrows, and they climbed extra high, with more than the… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“She had wept until she was scrapped raw inside, empty but for the leaden weight of every memory of the life she had left,… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“A memory was a thing with no shape, no mass, but indescribable weight. The Memory Trees” — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“She was carrying with her, the cold. She was holding on to that icy stone of grief. It had been there all along, sitting… — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
