“Misery was a creeping thing, like the dew settling on grass or the cold fingers of frost meeting me in my bed at night and crackling the insides of my windows. I had longed to be left alone, to escape… — Kat Dunn Copy Share Image
“It is a melody to me. You are a song, Lenore, harmony and discord. I am learning to sing it.” — Kat Dunn Copy Share Image
“Misery was a creeping thing, like the dew settling on grass or the cold fingers of frost meeting me in my bed at night… — Kat Dunn Copy Share Image
