“Last time I was watching her, I left her in her crib and when I came back, she was a puppy. Just for a couple of hours, then she was herself again.’ I mean, I almost couldn’t speak. I said,… — Sharon Shinn Copy Share Image
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its… — Amy Tan Copy Share Image
