“Beyond the Mountains of the Moon, around the curve of the earth, my shadow streched, and within me scratched and crawled small living things, I was sand and rock. My innards were crusted with gems. My heart was molten.” — Cathrine Fisher Copy Share Image
“Even gods dream. I dream of water, of how it falls, the plop of the great hot drops on the desert, the hollow pits… — Cathrine Fisher Copy Share Image
“Beyond the Mountains of the Moon, around the curve of the earth, my shadow streched, and within me scratched and crawled small living things,… — Cathrine Fisher Copy Share Image
