“Seasons turned, apple blossoms blushed and withered, fruit swelled and dropped, snow fell and melted, and children grew to bear children of their own, to make mistakes of their own, to love and hate and fear on their own, to… — 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
