“Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. They pulled me amongst them, into space and memories.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Overhead, the stars were wheeling and infinite, a complicated mobile made by giants. — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
“Everything waits and moves. Our hearts, beating. The stars, wheeling over the spruce trees.” — Beth Powning Copy Share Image
