“Hold me like you would grains of sand, and remember how it takes so little for me to slip through your fingers.… — Dannika Dark Copy Share Image
One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I… — Sergei Lukyanenko Copy Share Image
“beach. They were perfectly safe. Michael’s head crested the dune again. Then his shoulders, the rump of his blue jeans, the short… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
