The Violins waltzed. The Cellos and Basses provided accompaniment. The Violas mourned their fate, while the Concertmaster showed off. The Flutes did bird imitations…repeatedly, and the reed instruments had the good taste to admire my jacket. The Trumpets held a… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A tight, hard lump in her throat kept Victoria from speaking. Witnessing the love and raw pain in Samiran’s eyes struck a chord deep within her soul. She couldn’t imagine losing Ramsay. Her bear took her by the hand and… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
