“It felt as if she had fractured the spell woven by maleness, music, and machinery, and Nate felt guilty for thinking it.” — Margaret Sisu Copy Share Image
“It felt as if she had fractured the spell woven by maleness, music, and machinery, and Nate felt guilty for thinking it.” — Margaret Sisu Copy Share Image
“no one ever really starts over. We simply carry on, hoping that our next choices are better ones than our last ones. A new… — Margaret Sisu Copy Share Image
“May was premature for rain but a chalky sheet of clouds hung low and slow, drizzling constantly, too light to soak through clothing, too… — Margaret Sisu Copy Share Image
