“The tears formed and I fought not to blink, knowing if one tiny wet drop escaped, the battle would be over. I… — Myra McEntire Copy Share Image
Branches grew from his hands, his hair. His thoughts tangled like roots in the ground. He strained upward. Pitch ran like tears… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“His eyes passed over each couple and new tears formed. There is no sin here. ♦” — C.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
