“Yes,” I said, looking back up as the sun settled into the sky, the red blooming from it like flower petals. “It has already begun.” — Ana Patrick Copy Share Image
“I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.” — Ana Patrick Copy Share Image
“Yes,” I said, looking back up as the sun settled into the sky, the red blooming from it like flower petals. “It has already… — Ana Patrick Copy Share Image
“Definition of a Writer: One who tells stories that demand to be told.” — Ana Patrick Copy Share Image
“I had gotten so used to the taste of rain that I forgot what the sun tasted like. Bittersweet.” — Ana Patrick Copy Share Image
