“The sun danced through the small leaves of the oak, turning them saffron and dappling the blankets with the ghosts of baby… — Eloisa James Copy Share Image
“The morning sun danced on her hair, transforming the brown to gold and reddish glints. An errant sunbeam angled over her face,… — Karen Ranney Copy Share Image
“She had a forehead like a dance floor. You should have seen the way the sun danced on her face in the… — Jarod Kintz Copy Share Image
