“...her melancholy mood had followed her home. It clung to her like perfume, filling the rooms she visited with the scent of loss. Surely it would try to choke her in her sleep, or trip her in the dark when… — Elise K. Ackers Copy Share Image
“...her melancholy mood had followed her home. It clung to her like perfume, filling the rooms she visited with the scent of loss. Surely… — Elise K. Ackers Copy Share Image
“It was as if the air was fragranced with potential and the coffee flavoured with facts.” — Elise K. Ackers Copy Share Image
