“It is not real," he whispered. "This place is only a thought that has grabbed hold of you. It cannot harm you. You are not of this place, and it has no power over you. You do not need it,… — Rita Murphy Copy Share Image
“It is not real," he whispered. "This place is only a thought that has grabbed hold of you. It cannot harm you. You are… — Rita Murphy Copy Share Image
“We built a perfect little cottage out of sand with the help of Farley's tin and the rusting bucket, and some lichen we peeled… — Rita Murphy Copy Share Image
