“A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full of loneliness. The people in… — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
“His very limbs feel different, as if they know that sometime soon there might be a little softness, a little love to spend like… — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
“A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of… — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
“Everyone is drinking. She can feel them out there drinking, turning into beasts.” — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
“She does not flinch from the caress, because she feels very strong. She walks everywhere she goes but is never tired.” — Anna Keesey Copy Share Image
